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[Intro]

Welcome back guys

I'm gonna roast myself again because, well,

last time it just wasn't well done


[Verse 1]

Yo, 'sup!

I'm Gabbie

I'm a high roller

Rollin' through in a brand new Toyota Corolla

Live alone in a two-bedroom apartment

But it's real cheap, you can tell by the carpet

That's ok, 'cause I'm never home

I'm at the gym as you probably know

'Cause I post about it every single time, so my weight loss never slips your mind

I'm workin' out like 8 days a week

'Cause I can't control myself when I eat (I'm hungry)

Think I'm an Insta model now, what's that about?

By the way, have I mentioned that I work out?


Had the glow up of the motherfucking century

But I'll still die alone eventually

That's right I'm single and I can't keep a man

‘Cause I'm crazy in a way you could never understand

Lots of fans but where all my friends?

And, I'm alone every night of the weekend

'Cause my social life's been in the trash can

Love myself when I'm pumped with injections


Oh uh, oh, oh, no my views are low

Looks like my hair has got to go, again

But, hey, no sweat, no biggie

As long as you pay attention to me

Pay attention to me

Pay attention to me!


Always say I'm working hard but then again, who am I kidding?

See my job is a joke

I take selfies for a living

But I gotta say, it's not no work, all play

If you're not convinced, check my resume

Call myself a musician, but count my songs, 1, 2

First single, 'Out Loud', sounds better on mute

And speaking of single, it makes no sense man

"I'm a satellite", but never had a true connection

My music's underwhelming but my biggest crimes are my New York Times best selling nursery rhymes


Storytime!

I admit, I may have overreacted

And I hope you can see past it if I'm over-dramatic

If my antics seem erratic and a touch problematic

It's an old bad habit

I do mental acrobatics

Make the situation seem undoubtedly traumatic

When the truth is if you study my intense reactions, then the actions are a far cry from pragmatic


It's a business tactic

'Cause the honest fact is

If you break it down, it's really quite systematic

See I have an audience that has a demographic

On a platform run by analytics

On a platform that's strictly algorithmic

On a platform as long as your charismatic

Then the platform rewards bein' a dick

So maybe that's me (if the shoe fits, wear it)

Hey, forgive me

Like the video and share it

And I think that we can all forgive Bryan Le

'Cause he only did what you all wanna do to me



[Verse 2]

overwhelmed overworked overpaid

i’m on top of the world, sittin’ pretty on a stack

but the static still cracks in my veins

at the bottom of the universe i’m feeling all the weight


people die for this

people lie for this

people suck and fuck some guy for this


pay the toll for this

sell their soul for this

play the part but whats my role in this


i’m not built for this

all the guilt of this

and i don’t think i can deal with this


im too old for this

gonna fold from this

people starvin’

and i get gold for this?


you all chalk me up

as some whiney fuck

who’s stressed by success

like my life sucks


i get it, i know, its such a conundrum

i get what i want but i can’t have much fun with it

it’s not the fame or the money i’m yearnin’

i don’t give a fuck about what i’ve been earnin’

but each day i wake up more blessed and i’m learnin’

of all of these people I’m least to deserve it.


i don’t deserve it.


i try to be perfect i’ll never be perfect.

i’m not worth.

keep lookin’ for answers i swear i’ve been searchin’


but come up short, and i give up quick,

‘cause if i found it i think id be scared of it.

you don’t see the scene thats behind the screen

and i urge you all to beware of it


it’s an interesting dichotomy

of monetized sincerity

stir up my insecurity

with constant uncertainty


generation of anxiety

the “look at me” society

dubiety of piety

the gods all suffer silently


i’m sorry for my obsession with attention.

i have ungodly fear of rejection.

my apprehension and objection is the viral infection

of dollars and followers in place of affection


what i need is a human connection

not blue light and a foggy reflection

of my misconception of my own perception

a result of way too much introspection



they find my disinterest interesting

my depression, a funny thing

my decline is relatable

peoplelove that i hate myself


yeah, they love that i hate myself

people love that i hate myself

people love that i hate myself

people love that i hate myself


i climbed out of my head

and watched myself implode

a thought without a body

ought to be a shot to take a load

off my brain is poisoned

and i’m searching for the antidote

but every time i find it

my defenses scream “oh, no you don’t!”


woah


but it's fine

no, really i'm fine

it’s just a matter of time

you’ll lose your mind

and not be fine from time to time


i’m not crazy,

but i feel crazy all a sudden

in a city never seein’

snow or rain or leaves in autumn

lose yourself in seasons

not remembering that you forgot ‘em

knocking on my door,

i can’t confront ‘em so i lock them


out


but i don’t mind

no, i really don’t mind

cause believe it or not

it feels good to be forgot

from time to time


so forget me

and please, God, forgive me

if you feel a touched underwhelmed

by all my overwhelming negativity


who am i and when?

when’s my work day end

and where does me begin?

are these my colleagues or my friends?

on a scale of ten to one

do you hate who i’ve become?

‘cause i hate who i’ve become.

i’m sorry for who i’ve become. 

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