F**K FAIRYTALES Lyrics by Mike Dimes
I’m sick of fairytales
I had to get over feelings, it made me wish ’em well
Don’t wanna know who you fuckin’, that mean you kiss and tell
I needed something, I was stressed out
Now I’m in the club, just asking bitches, “¿Dónde está?”
We was something pressure
Girl, you drive me crazy, had me feeling hella guessed out
Looking for a rest stop
Fucking on the next top model who is next up
Drinking on this Blackjack bottle in a black truck, that’s fucked
My life got too pristine
You couldn’t cover up your blemishes in Maybelline
I’m buying foreign shit to stay away from local things
You doing local shit that never boost your self esteem
Your roster ain’t a team
I formed a dynasty, pimpin’, my philosophy
Shit just gettin’ finer than the oldest drink in wineries
Better not look at you, it make me notice every irony
How the fuck I’m poppin’ shit and you ain’t shit inspiring?
Rose gold seats, I wanted something that could hold onto me
You playing games that only hoes gon’ compete in
Leavin’ home just to find a home to sleep in for a weekend
Creepin’ with your best friend who ain’t your best friend
Deep end, you ain’t thinkin’ that you sinkin’
Speak sense, but don’t ever practice what you preachin’
But that’s only ’cause you looking for a reason
I’m sick of fairytales
I had to get over feelings, it made me wish ’em well
Don’t wanna know who you fuckin’, that mean you kiss and tell
I needed something, I was stressed out
Now I’m in the club, just asking bitches, “¿Dónde está?”
We was something pressure
Girl, you drive me crazy, had me feeling hella guessed out
Looking for a rest stop
Fucking on the next top model who is next up
Drinking on this Blackjack bottle in a black truck, that’s fucked
