Death glare I feel your eyes on the back of my neck, woah Your death stare I feel your eyes; feel how I make you sick, woah
I'm just here to eat with my friend Don't care if you work as a waiter I'm still here don't try to pretend That you don't know me, you hater
I'm texting Your boyfriend I say that this is so awkward, woah You're texting Your boyfriend: I'm not happy, not happy. And I'm like
Chorus: Bitch please Get over yourself If I wanted your boyfriend He'd be on my shelf and Bitch please I don't care about you So go on and hate me You've got nothing to lose
'Cause you've got nothing at all You've got nothing on me
I don't Get why you hate me so fucking much, woah So let go You don't have a reason and I don't give a fuck, woah
Your boyfriend is a good friend of mine He texts me when drunk, but I don't answer He kinda likes me but I think it's fine 'Cause he's not my type so all I think is
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'Cause you've got nothing at all You've got nothing on me
Oh, oh, oh, oh
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'Cause you've got nothing at all You've got nothing on me