First Verse:
(think Uffie)
I see you looking at her, she's a class A diva
got a body to show and got some booty to please ya
waitin til you walk over, comb your hair, check your pulse
gotta give a first impression; that's what matters the most
and now she's blaring her name, she got no mercy for anyone
checks her texts, tilts her head up - hey it's so good to see ya
do me a favor, hold that thought, turn around and start walking
im just too good for you and it's complicated - missing something?
Second Verse:
Wow, damn. That was harsh. Got a fall back plan?
Maybe a day or two, that'll change her mind up by then
Over and over, you keep working that pathetic attack
You haven't got game to lose, but everything to react
Chorus:
(singing...better than kesha)
Maybe I'm better than, better than her,
Whatcha waiting for?
I'm better than, better than her - she got you hooked but im just
waiting for, waiting for you to take control of the game
whatcha got, whatcha gonna do?
i just wanna know
I'm better than, better than her,
Whatcha waiting for?
I'm better than, better than her - she got you hooked but im just
waiting for, waiting for you to take control of the game
whatcha got, whatcha gonna do?
i just wanna know
Not bad for a white kid in his teens making lyrics for his own album, right?
(echo)
RIGHT??
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