And we're trying to commit to the bit
Wait (And I got no friends)
So what's the bit?
The bit is I have zero friends, I got dressed up for no reason
And I have no place to go, scam
But you don't have zero friends
Because you're talking to three friends
Oh, shit
There's holes in the plot hole, plot hole, plot holes
Plot hole, plot hole, plot hole, plot hole, plot hole, plot hole
Butthole
Butthole, plot hole
And that's how it starts, hahahaha
But it's like a bit, right?
Hot trash
Oh, hot trash
I look hot, but I feel like trash
Hot trash
Oh, hot trash
I look hot, but I feel like trash
Everything sucks
Oh, everything sucks
(When on my mental health walk and I still feel the same)
Everything sucks
Everything sucks
(Can't afford)
You call me your baby girl and we go around
(Oh, everything's rough)
Merry-go-round, merry-go-round
(Can't afford rent?)
You call me your baby girl and we go around
(Too expensive)
Lookin' at stars
Dreaming hard from the ground
Hot trash
Oh, hot trash
I look hot, but I feel like trash
Hot trash
Oh, hot trash
I look hot, but I feel like trash
You call me your baby girl
And we go around
Merry-go-round, merry-go-round
You call me your baby girl
And we go around
Merry-go-round, merry-go-round
Lookin' at stars
Dreaming hard from the ground
You call me your baby girl
And we go around
Merry-go-round, merry-go-round
You call me your baby girl
And we go around
Merry-go-round, merry-go-round
Lookin' at stars
Dreaming hard from the ground
You call me your baby girl
And we go around
Lookin' at stars
Dreaming hard from the ground
You call me your baby girl
And we go around
Lookin' at stars
Dreaming hard from the ground
You call me your baby girl
And we go around
Merry-go-round, merry-go-round
You call me your baby girl
