​diamonds

[Verse 1]
Drama on me, girl, I think I am a diva
Have you ever had a thing for a diva?
On dates, Imma hand you the Visa, make 'em think that you paid
And that's the standard procedure
And we can never make plans on the weekend (Why not?)
That's me time, dancin', thinkin'
Soft hands, and I can't stop blinkin'
She asked if the skin routine was bisexual
(W-What? Bisexual?)
(Uh, I mean, I think so, gender-neutral and shit, yeah)
She bought me, Off Whites', and I cut the tags off
I didn't know it was part of the design, my fault

[Chorus]
I got diamonds in my head
I got diamonds in my head
I got diamonds in my head
I got diamond in my—
Diamonds in my—

[Chorus]
Diamonds in my head, yessir
I got diamonds in my head, yessir
I got diamonds in my head
I got diamond in my—
Diamonds in my—

[Verse 2]
Head big, I need a fucking reduction
My checklist gets bigger every day
If I don't text her first, that'll hurt her feelings
Imma put me first, does that work (No)
Then beat it
The Virgo energy is super aggressive
She like damn, diva, isn't easy to mess with
But, damn baby couldn't you be empathetic?
I missed yoga today, so fuck off

[Chorus]
I got diamonds in my head
I got diamonds in my head, yessir
I got diamonds in my head
I got diamond in my—
Diamonds in my—

[Verse 3]
Head up to the clouds, go kiss up the sun
I'm headed to the house with the Tiffany car
I put some lettuce in my mouth and pretend it was lunch
I was embarrassed to admit that I been hungry for hours
I'm like a young Bruce Wayne without the ego (Without the ego)
Nah, fuck it, I have the ego
And when it isn't personal, If I get personal
Seems like diva's just messin' with sad people

[Verse 4]
Keep the neighbors up in case I want someone to argue with
And when I'm makin' stuff it's always good to have an audience
So turn the basses up until I'm bruising my esophagus
(Hey, that's a Ye line)
Naw, fuck it, I didn't copy him
SOS she made me SMS the a-d-d-r-ess
I have no OCD but OMG I want the s-e-x
If she come over she would oversee my m-e-ss-i-ness
It would be over she'd be over me like g-r-ud-g-es
(God damn, Shy High)
(Yeah, anyways)

[Verse 5]
GPS to me, you know the address, yeah, it classified
Send her my location, I was posted up at Burnside
(Don't make it personal)
Burns— Burns—
(Remember, I'm a virgo, what?)
Meet me out back, striped up like a zebra butt
Stussy bag strap, fitted hat, I'm the leader of
The kids who never sleep enough
Tell 'em, Shy High's got the shit to fill the speaker up

[Pre-Outro]
You feel me?
I'd like to give a special thanks to, Shy High

[Outro]
Diamonds in my head
I got diamonds in my head
I got diamonds in my head
I got diamond in my-
Diamonds in my-