My blood gets on everything But you can't see the lining under all my clothes Nobody knows Pretty princess look at me Flash a smile of ivory But you don't know When I'm alone My hand down my sweatpants I eat a whole bag of some sweet shit I have a right to be gross I have a right to be gross I have a right to be gross I have a right to be White socks now turned gray It's coming up on their third day But they don't show I have a right to be gross I have a right to be gross I have a right to be gross I have a right to be I sweat just like a truck driver Did you expect flowers inside her You fuckin' fool (you fuckin' fool) You're a dumbass Yeah yeah When I'm alone My hand down my sweatpants I eat a whole bag of some sweet shit I have a right to be gross I have a right to be gross I have a right to be gross I have a right to be I have a right to be gross I have a right to be gross I have a right to be gross I have a right to be I just feel like the world is on fucking fire And so the self-care that I do Um, is no one else's business at all Like if I wanna be gross, like if I want to be 'disgusting' Like fuck you I can be When I'm alone My hand down my sweatpants I eat a whole bag of some sweet shit I have a right to be gross I have a right to be gross I have a right to be gross I have a right to be