britney in 07 Lyrics by blackbear
I feel like Britney in ’07, you about to catch these hands (Pew, pew, pew)
Goin’ through some ***, it seem like no one understands (Uh)
I’m ’bout to *** *** up and post it all on Instagram (Ah)
I feel like Gucci Mane the day after he got up out of jail (Brr)
I don’t have the option or the stamina to fail (Wop)
But givin’ up feels easy when my mind is weak, my body is frail (I just, I just, I just can’t take this ***), yeah
So take all my money
Take it all from me
Before I hurt myself or somebody
If I could, I would feel nothing
Tell the world and nevermind
I feel like ***, I feel like ***
I’ma walk up in the club like wrist, wrist, wrist
I bought a new house, I bought a new whip
I’ma burn that *** down, I’ma drive it off a cliff (Um, what?)
I feel like ***, I feel like ***
I’ma walk up to my boss, tell him, “Suck my ***”
I feel like ***, I feel like ***
’26 any worse, I’ma lose my ***, yeah
I feel like Miley in that video, the world is on my balls
I don’t trust no humans, ain’t nobody I could call
My whole life is like a fashion show, they wait for me to fall (Oh, oh, oh, woah, period), yeah
They said I need another viral hit that they can make a dance to
Like, “Yeet, 6-7, woah,” that’s something that I can do
I’m ’bout to shave my head, delete my channel on YouTube, yeah, yeah
Because I make all my money, they take it all from me
I wanna hurt myself or somebody
And it’s bad to make assumptions, but I think this song’s a sign
That I feel like ***, I feel like ***
I’ma walk up in the club like wrist, wrist, wrist
I bought a new house, I bought a new whip
I’ma burn that *** down, I’ma drive it off a cliff (Um, what?)
I feel like ***, I feel like ***
I’ma walk up to my boss, tell him, “Suck my ***”
I feel like ***, I feel like ***
’26 any worse, I’ma lose my ***, yeah
What’s wrong with you, what’s wrong with me?
I tried to keep a secret, I keep spillin’ all the tea
Been standin’ on my business, but it ain’t clockin’ for real
Yeah, uh-uh
What’s wrong with me? I’m not okay
But if Britney could survive ’07, you could do today
And it’s hard to be a liar and the same time keep it real
I feel like ***, I feel like ***
I’ma walk up in the club like wrist, wrist, wrist
I bought a new house, I bought a new whip
I’ma burn that *** down, I’ma drive it off a cliff (Um, what?)
I feel like ***, I feel like ***
I’ma walk up to my boss, tell him, “Suck my ***”
I feel like ***, I feel like ***
’26 any worse, I’ma lose my ***, yeah (Yeah, how ’bout no?)
