Uh, well, um It's that awkward diva essence, chronically depressive Stop and leave a message or just talk to me a second With that java bean aesthetic (grinding), probably dyslexic If you got me mixed up with all these drama queens I don't wanna hear that... you can keep that shit at home Rapping in my bedroom... guess I did this shit alone Often too alone, but all these tinder boys are pretty gross So 'less you tryna go and grab some coffee, please don't hit my phone Lately, that's the only type I've fallen for Frail, tall-ish, nail polish, yeah, I've said it all before Used to grab my daily Arizona from the dollar store And kick it with the homies who don't really like to call no more Yeah... but I don't call 'em either so it's my fault Slammed my cell receiver on the sidewalk (so no head?) Handle full of ether 'til my mind's gone You don't need a feature, this is my song You don't need a feature, this is my song Homie, you don't need a feature, this is... Well, you don't need a feature, this is my song This is my song... and this That awkward diva essence, chronically depressive Stop and leave a message or just talk to me a second With that java bean aesthetic (grinding), probably dyslexic If you got me mixed up with all these drama queens That awkward diva essence, chronically depressive Stop and leave a message or just talk to me a second With that java bean aesthetic (grinding), probably dyslexic If you got me mixed up with all these drama queens