Mascara

Everyone says my name
But I don't know who they are
Get the fuck off my cock
I don't know why you stalk me
Is it because we are stars
And you look so basic
I fucked your mom really hard
And your music is shit
Designer drugs, I got it out the mud
Xanax bars, Mascara

Don't play with me
I'm so geeked
I didn't eat for 2 weeks

But yeah, I'm in Chanel
With the highlights in my hair
Baby, count my racks
I'll give you my Gloomy Bear
It's 1981, we look so glamorous
I'm in the backstage
You can't get in the club

I don't know, I don't know
I don't know who you are
Bitch get off my dick
You sound fucking dumb
You have no style
You make me wanna throw up (ugh)

Hollywood party, I'm off Adrenochrome
Yeah the freaks get it up to the disco
I'm in designer shit, I get it from Satan
Reading Leviticus
Haters make me famous

Everyone says my name
But I don't know who they are
Get the fuck off my cock
I don't know why you stalk me
Is it because we are stars
And you look so basic
I fucked your mom really hard
And your music is shit
Designer drugs, I got it out the mud
Xanax bars, Mascara