I don't know why you think I'm crying
But it's 'cause you think I'm lying
And I wake up every day wishing that I was fucking dying, sike
It's okay 'cause I know you only care about yourself
But it's ironic 'cause you don't care about your health
Don't take this the wrong way, love, you need to get a grip
But I know it's hard to think with your hand all up on his dick
And you think I wouldn't notice that you've been so out of focus
Talking 'bout some hocus-pocus, bitch, take care of your emotions, fuck
I'm dying I'm in the Twilight Zone
Don't fucking think about hittin' my phone
I'm happy, I'm doing me, on my own
Just wish that you fucking outgrow 'em
I'm dying, I'm in the Twilight Zone
You know I've got a good thing going
I got other bitches making me moan
Then come home smelling like their cologne
I'm dying, I'm in the Twilight Zone
Don't fucking think about hittin' my phone
I'm happy, I'm doing me, on my own
Just wish that you fucking outgrow 'em
Smoking in the living room, just sitting on the floor
And I'm missing when we argued 'bout who loves each other more
Baby, we have problems wishing-wells just couldn't fix
But it's ironic, I never thought that you'd quit
It takes one to know one, baby, you're a fucking mess, yeah
The least that you could do is wear a thong under that dress
I can't tell you that it's easy 'cause I know you won't believe me
Acting like a bitch named Phoebe, girl, you think you're so damn sneaky