Kitty (rapper) - UNfollowed Lyrics
I didn't wanna do it but I cavedAnd I'm bitter that I blew itBut I saved your digits so I hit hit him up at parties and at ravesAnd I said "I'm sorry for my art, it's in my heart"And it's based like a god, like a *****, like a MartianI only start shit when I get Bacardi and I'm braveI heartily forgave you for lying but I'm pretty sure I'm dyingAnd my room is like a graveAnd I am relating to Aaliyah cause you sayYou're gonna leave her but you ain'tAnd I've been patiently waiting since the day that you askedBut your mom would have a problem if we dateAnd then what?What then?UmI'll blubber to my friends and let them say***** MEN!By that they mean youHow rude***** THEM, right?But what should I expect?What then?UmI'll blubber to my friends and let them say***** MEN!By that they mean youHow rude***** THEM, right?But what should I expect?And I can tell I'm agitating youWith the badgering I doI'm attached and I knew itBut I want to let it past and get it throughHow's it getting all the ass I know you do?And I'll admit the stalker thing's a pretty bad planBut I'm just a little girl and you're a grown ass manBut like, I know how to handle you*****ing with the kid you say you want to lend a hand toBut she's a hottie, I can't even hold a candleYou could've gave a Twitter to me, you could've used a handleSaid, I know you're prettier but could you lend you man to meCould've avoided a whole scandalThis isn't what I planned, you're more demanding that I thoughtAnd I am flakier than dandruffI want to hold your hand and look outlandish togetherAnd perpetuate propagandaBut what now?What then?I'll blubber to my friends and let them say***** MEN!By that they mean youHow rude***** THEM, right?But what should I expect?What then?I'll blubber to my friends and let them say***** MEN!By that they mean youHow rude***** THEM, right?But what should I expect?I know the stalker thing's a pretty bad planBut I'm just a little girl and I'm your number one fanAnd everybody tells me you're a grown ass man butI know how to handle youThe stalker thing was a pretty bad planBut I'm just a little girl and I'm your number one fanAnd I know that you're a grown ass man butI know how to handle youMy fans enable me and kissing your buttAnd then everybody little kiss is a publicity stuntAnd you say, "Kitty is you trickin', or what?"I'm a flinch and I'm a stick in the mudAll I talk about is rhymes, thoughCause what is there to say when we're sleeping in different time zones?*****ing tour from California, VermontAnd like ooh ooh ooh, you’re the one that I wantWe talk a little, then eventually stop soYou’re the one that I wantWhy the ***** are you the one that I want?
