Cha Cha

Baby face, yeah the cheeks fat Pull down my dress with one hand My phone's open to Apple maps I look like the first scene in SVU Before the Gap ad Except I make it home wishing He'd taken a real stab at it Duh-duh Pull up with the squad One of one I'm the company I only have value In the attention economy I wanna do it big but If you really put a gun to me I'd say nothing at all or "Bet you won't You fucking wannabe" Ambivalent and bad, ha ha Passive suicidal still I hit em with the cha cha Wake up early morning To the rats and cucarachas Rise and shine my freaky little friends I need some commas Like a run-on sentence No I do not fuck with clauses Even though I'm broke like I could go out on an auto-payment Any day now pray to God it's not tomorrow I don't wanna beg, steal, or borrow Man I wanna have it Have it He said put the fries in the bag miss Have it Yeah a bitch is smoking On some fat dick Have it Like I'm on the cusp of something magic But I got one little pea under my mattress I don't have it Have it Running on the fumes that I gaslit Have it Running out of room for my madness Batshit 401k I'm boutta cash it, cash out Lemme hear the money sound go (Brrrrr) I really really wanna zig-a-zig I'm Sort of like the Spice Girls if Spices were SSRIs I've got a kink for when People fucking despise me I think they're on to something and Please would they advise me further (Where?) Where do I get off? How do I go even harder? (How?) How do I go on embarrassing myself? I martyr (To!) my name to the cause of Slight improvement to the art form (What?) Was it worth it? I mean one time They flew me to Ann Arbor, so Rumpa-pum-pum Barump-bump-bumpa Smokeshow baby with The skunk-unk-unka Curvy curly but I'm also Kinda like your uncle (Merry Christmas) Push away the thought When I drop the dump-dumpling Dimples in my cheeks You can see when I bend over Didn't meet on Hinge you know I met that dog on Rover Looking like a stepdance wig With a hangover But a whore stays lucky Like a four-leaf clover! Ambivalent and bad, ha ha Passive suicidal still I hit em with the cha cha Wake up early morning To the rats and cucarachas Rise and shine my freaky little friends I need some commas Like a run-on sentence No I do not fuck with clauses Even though I'm broke like I could go out on an auto-payment Any day now pray to God it's not tomorrow I don't wanna beg, steal, or borrow Man I wanna have it Have it He said put the fries in the bag miss Have it Yeah a bitch is smoking (Smoking fat dick!) Have it Like I'm on the cusp of something magic But I got one little pea under my mattress I don't have it Have it Running on the fumes that I gaslit Have it Running out of room for my madness Batshit 401k I'm boutta cash it, cash out Lemme hear that money sound go (brrrrr) It's Spice Spice bitch I'm running through your cut He said "PCP" I said "You mean like angel dust?" "No like primary care physician" I said "Are you on drugs? Fuck I look like I'm insured? I'm getting off this bus!" "Ma'am this is an ambulance We can't permit you to leave You're a candidate for Psychiatric hold it's mandated That you can it, see You said too much and This is where you go until You can manage these Thoughts of offing yourself Like if you wanted to Then by all means Go ahead! Be my fucking guest Make my fucking day One less name to file One less case is piled on my plate I make like 40k a year and My six kids are doing great" I said "I wanna die even more now I mean, haha jk" Ambivalent and bad, ha ha Active suicidal still I hit em with the cha cha Wake up early morning To the rats and cucarachas Rise and shine my freaky little friends I need some commas Like a run-on sentence No I do not fuck with clauses Even though I'm broke like I could go out on an auto-payment Any day now pray to God it's not tomorrow I don't wanna beg, steal, or borrow Man I wanna have it