I was cocooning and he was just making me feel like I couldn't be my best self and I
felt like I was always making myself smaller for him and I refuse to do that now.
I don't have time to babysit.
I don't have time to be no man's therapist.
I don't have time to raise nobody's son.
I am a confident woman and I'm doing really fucking well.
So, look at me, watch me.
Thank you.
Okay, let me set the scene.
I was in the studio, messy drunk on red wine.
My teeth were stained purple.
I looked horrendous, but I was riding this high of confidence and goddess energy.
The producer, Oscar Scheller, was in the room, and he was just like, all right, I'm just
going to leave you to it.
Because I was like dancing on the couch.
And yeah, you know when it just all flows out, it's just like vomit.
You just vomit a song out.
And I needed to say it, it was something that I really desperately needed to say.
Basically fuck my ex boyfriend.
He sucks.
He's a butthole.
We should all be saying butthole more.
Wet kind of means soggy, and limp.
That's stupid boy's flacid penis.
He's like a wet noodle dick, basically.
Small dick, wet, flacid, butthole
I think I had just seen my ex and the way he was like smirking at me.
He was just very smug.
Like as if he had such a profound effect on my life.
But no, I don't need you.
I'm going to give you a taste of your own medicine.
I'm going to switch it up.
I'm going to go cold.
He didn't deserve a nice happy ending.
He deserved a little bit of ghosting and some boys do.
Some boys actually deserve to be ghosted, just to kind of get a little taste their own
medicine.
Reality sucks, baby.
For this stupid boy, I am too good for you.
I'm too expensive for you., I'm too much for you.
You absolutely do not deserve me.
it's a good and bad thing.
I'm a crazy bitch, but also I'm great.
You don't know no one else like me.
I'm the night terror.
I'm your sleep paralysis demon in the corner of the room.
First off, PornHub please hook me up with some merch, because I just spent $20 on some
fucking socks the other day and would love to have the full range.
I really like PornHub, it's a good, they have a good layout, it's very easy to use.
When stupid boy’s in the shower rubbing one out, he's thinking of me.
Hopefully he's not watching PornHub in the shower, but if he is, that's a really cool
invention.
A screen in the shower where you can play PornHub while you rub one out.
I'm going to talk to my manager about that.
I might try to include shower screens in my merch.
That's a good idea.
Like a Sour Patch Kid, I'm sweet and I'm sour.
You guys have candy in the lobby.
I had so many sour patch kids.
Thank you.
I think I can be a really sweet girl, but also pretty evil at the same time and I can
switch very fast.
Let me tell you in this situation I switched it up really fast.
I was very sour.
A very sour, Sour Patch Kid.
Sour patch girl.
Sour patch bitch.
He's got Pornhub up and he's searching blue haired girls.
That's his most frequented category is blue haired girls.
He's salivating over me, looking at my nipples through my t-shirt.
Not in real life because we ghosted him and he doesn't have access to any of this, but
he's on my Instagram zooming in.
Sorry, baby, I'm a free agent.
I'm single and I'm out here.
I don't actually need you.
You need me more.
Just a little play on words there.
Big wood, penis.
Cut him off, cedar.
Cut his dick off.
Is that what I meant?
Jesus.
Fuck.
I didn't really mean it like that, but I guess that's how it comes across.
So, interpret that how you will.
You know when you get the ick and it's like, "Ugh?"
Anything they do, like the way they chew their food or the way they ... Their concentration
face, that at one point you're like, "Oh, that's really cute."
Now it's like, "You are so horrible."
Like, "Everything about you is just gross to me.
I have the ick."
Like, "Ugh," the ick.
The absolute ick.
I can't even look you in the eyes.
Everything about you is disgusting.
He's blocked, plain and simple.
He's blocked on my phone, on all my social media.
I need to focus on my career, and I need to manifest my own blessings.
He's a puppy dog.
He's a puppy dog to me and he wants to eat my pussy.
I've written literally 20 songs about how small my ex's penis is.
So, that was pretty evil, and I talk shit about him all the time because he's evil.
He's evil.
So really, who's the bad guy here?
I'm cute.
He's not.
Fuck him.
I don’t feel bad and that’s all I got to say.