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All you wears designer using black cards for your box wine Get an Uber out from Allen Street to Marcy for your photo shoots NYU still treasures you, white bands with black choirs, boo Your festivals are FYRE, you're a liar, I can't fuck with you Oh, oh, oh You deserve Oscars for your starving Artist routine, you're driving me mad At the culture and the cancels Now you're 40 going on 15 Hard to see the difference Are you solid or just big rich? Is it fake if you still mean it? I would say your vibes on demons I feel robbed like y'all be fiendin' You want mines, but that's not easy This take timing, this take seasons You got money, I got reasons, ooh You deserve Oscars for your starving Artist routine, you're driving me mad At the culture and the cancels Now you're 40 going on 15 You deserve Oscars for your starving Artist routine, you're driving me mad At the culture and the cancels Now you're 40 going on 15
Writer(s): Christopher Connors, Stephanie Marziano, Bartees Cox Jr Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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