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I didn't wanna do it but I caved And I'm bitter that I blew it But I saved your digits so I hit hit him up at parties and at raves And I said "I'm sorry for my art, it's in my heart" And it's based like a god, like a bitch, like a Martian I only start shit when I get Bacardi and I'm brave I heartily forgave you for lying but I'm pretty sure I'm dying And my room is like a grave And I am relating to Aaliyah cause you say You're gonna leave her but you ain't And I've been patiently waiting since the day that you asked But your mom would have a problem if we date And then what? What then? Um I'll blubber to my friends and let them say FUCK MEN! By that they mean you How rude FUCK THEM, right? But what should I expect? What then? Um I'll blubber to my friends and let them say FUCK MEN! By that they mean you How rude FUCK THEM, right? But what should I expect? And I can tell I'm agitating you With the badgering I do I'm attached and I knew it But I want to let it past and get it through How's it getting all the ass I know you do? And I'll admit the stalker thing's a pretty bad plan But I'm just a little girl and you're a grown ass man But like, I know how to handle you Fucking with the kid you say you want to lend a hand to But she's a hottie, I can't even hold a candle You could've gave a Twitter to me, you could've used a handle Said, I know you're prettier but could you lend you man to me Could've avoided a whole scandal This isn't what I planned, you're more demanding that I thought And I am flakier than dandruff I want to hold your hand and look outlandish together And perpetuate propaganda But what now? What then? I'll blubber to my friends and let them say FUCK MEN! By that they mean you How rude FUCK THEM, right? But what should I expect? What then? I'll blubber to my friends and let them say FUCK MEN! By that they mean you How rude FUCK THEM, right? But what should I expect? I know the stalker thing's a pretty bad plan But I'm just a little girl and I'm your number one fan And everybody tells me you're a grown ass man but I know how to handle you The stalker thing was a pretty bad plan But I'm just a little girl and I'm your number one fan And I know that you're a grown ass man but I know how to handle you My fans enable me and kissing your butt And then everybody little kiss is a publicity stunt And you say, "Kitty is you trickin', or what?" I'm a flinch and I'm a stick in the mud All I talk about is rhymes, though Cause what is there to say when we're sleeping in different time zones? Fucking tour from California, Vermont And like ooh ooh ooh, you’re the one that I want We talk a little, then eventually stop so You’re the one that I want Why the fuck are you the one that I want?