My song

[Intro]
Uh, well, um

[Chorus]
It's that awkward diva essence, chronically depressive
Stop and leave a message or just talk to me a second
With that java bean aesthetic (grinding), probably dyslexic
If you got me mixed up with all these drama queens

[Verse]
I don't wanna hear that, you can keep that shit at home
Rapping in my bedroom, guess I did this shit alone
Often too alone, but all these tinder boys are pretty gross
So 'less you tryna go and grab some coffee, please don't hit my phone
Lately, that's the only type I've fallen for
Frail, tall-ish, nail polish, yeah, I've said it all before
Used to grab my daily Arizona from the dollar store
And kick it with the homies who don't really like to call no more
Yeah, but I don't call 'em either so it's my fault
Slammed my cell receiver on the sidewalk (so no head?)
Handle full of ether 'til my mind's gone
You don't need a feature, this is my song
You don't need a feature, this is my song
Homie, you don't need a feature, this is
Well, you don't need a feature, this is my song
This is my song and this

[Chorus]
That awkward diva essence, chronically depressive
Stop and leave a message or just talk to me a second
With that java bean aesthetic (grinding), probably dyslexic
If you got me mixed up with all those drama queens
That awkward diva essence, chronically depressive
Stop and leave a message or just talk to me a second
With that java bean aesthetic (grinding), probably dyslexic
If you got me mixed up with all these drama queens