It's that pseudo intellectual, incel zealous celebration of lethargy She asked me how I made it I said hardly Used to wear my heart on my sleeve These women like it sleeveless Pretty boys talk a lot of shit in their chopped-up Adidas I was more like a Zara boy Gaara put his palm out for tarot cards that's harmless Read me I'm transparent Ask my parents, I was almost a miscarriage I came out the wrong way so I say the wrong things Still feet first that's why I need knee sleeves These bitches so PC, these men are still sleazy While the world is spinning on its redundancy I'm talking like Socrates If I fucked a pretty girl, I'd be a normal kid Generation of yes men do whatever I says then Why you pretend like we never had a problem? And I know this world is so contagious What you going to do to get more famous? Get more ageless Maybe I should cut my hair Maybe love is just not fair Maybe we could all just share Maybe soul is never paired I know it's all for sale I'm biting on my fingernails They selling dreams in hell okay then we should get it then