attention whore Lyrics by ericdoa
Fortuneswan stop that shit! Woahhhh, ohhh x2
Baby tell what you doing for attention
Baby tell what you doing for attention
Baby tell what you doing for attention
Late night sitting round’ for my message
I was out getting drunk with my best friends
You’re staring at your phone, hoping that somebody mentions
Yeah, the room filled yes-men, fuel my obsession
Baby tell what you doing for attention
Late night sitting round’ for my message
I was out getting drunk with my best friends
You’re staring at your phone, hoping that somebody mentions
Yeah, the room filled yes-men, fuel my obsession
Yeah, bitch I’m sick of it
Screaming at the wall like no one’s listening
Okay you try your best to stall
Bringing up some different shit
I put aside our differences
Do I love you? Just a lil’ bit
Ooo, you can’t have me back
Sharp pain like a heart attack
I don’t wanna change baby
I don’t put no effort at all
You try to pull me into everything and get me involved Look at me
All this shit don’t matter
Pussy, c’est la vie
Gotta be shttin’ me
Arm within a reach
Yeah, you can’t lie to me
Everyday is the same, I let all that shit rain
But it’s all different when yo’ ass come around
All the loss in my brain
I forget my own name
I just pray you’ll get me off the ground
Baby tell what you doing for attention
Late night sitting round’ for my message
I was out getting drunk with my best friends
You’re staring at your phone, hoping that somebody mentions
Yeah, the room filled yes-men, fuel my obsession
Can’t help you from feeling empty
I hate the pictures that you send me
But that’s not all of it
Taste your medicine
I hope you swallow it
Can’t be modest bitch
I see your arrogance I can’t acknowledge it
Try to polish it
I just need someone I could be honest with
But you lost it
I lost so many friends just for profit
I’m off this
Keep my circles tight interlock it
Yea, I promise
Say you toxic bitch you rotten
Baby tell what you doing for attention
Late night sitting round’ for my message
I was out getting drunk with my best friends
You’re staring at your phone, hoping that somebody mentions
Yeah, the room filled yes-men, fuel my obsession
Fuel my obsession I, I
I, I
Fuel my obsession