If lyrics were confidential
Thoughts go inconsequential
All that you hear is me go na, na, na, na, na, na, na
I'll burn, burn every bridge you jump from
There's nowhere you can run from
The things I gotta say (na, na, na, na)
Nah, fuck it

I hate 50 of our fans
And the other half understands
And to the ones who don't
Go cry and choke on both of my middle finger ringed up hands
God forbid my mom wakes up
And reads half the crazy bullshit on her feed (oh God)
She's calling up like Whatcha done?
'Cause some lying fuck said that I knocked 'em up

Gross, like I'd ever fuck you (fuck you)
In case you didn't hear that, take two (fuck you)
Waiting by my car in the parking lot
Now I'm a bit of a restraining order juggernaut
It cost $25k but the creeps don't stop
There's no peace in the 300 feet I bought (shut up)

(Shh)
My girl feels like a side chick (shh)
'Cause we gotta keep it private (shh)
Hate to treat her like a sidekick
And hate being right like I'm psychic

No pics of us got me sick because
Those grimy little fucks make it dangerous 'cause
You shouldn't know where she lives or works
Wanna tell you to die
But I can't say that in a verse, yeah, yeah
Right

If lyrics were confidential
Thoughts go inconsequential
All that you hear is me go na, na, na, na, na, na, na
I'll burn, burn every bridge you jump from
There's nowhere you can run from
The things I gotta say (na, na, na, na, na, na, na)

Punk labels said that things will go great
If you don't talk back and don't put on weight
You're a little too niche for the radio
But you'll probably drive TikTok crazy though
Ay, wait a minute
I've got it
Timothée Chalamet
What?
Timothée Chalamet, do you know him?
No, why would I know him? Ah (loser)
Would really help if you knew Tim
It'd probably get you some spins

Speaking of which
What if you were sponsored by alcohol?
Never had a drink, that doesn't matter at all
Just take a little sip, we can edit it
And we'll get you a fraction, a penny a click (hoo)
It's almost a penny a click, isn't that sick? (So rich)
But I'll never tell y'all that shit (no, wait)

If lyrics were confidential
Thoughts go inconsequential
All that you hear is me go na, na, na, na, na, na, na
I'll burn, burn every bridge you jump from
There's nowhere you can run from
The things I gotta say (na, na, na, na, na, na, na)

Okay, let's see
Verse 3, what do we got?
Oh, okay we could talk about
When shit called me on phone
And said he was gonna fucking kill me
Wait, did you just bleep shit, but not fuck?
That doesn't even make sense, don't bleep me on my song
Oh, we're fading out, okay good
Track 4