Compositor: Sophie Powers / Rob Nelson / Camm Hunter / Chloe Copoloff / Mike Gonek
Head empty, no thoughts
Yeah, there's nothing in my brain
You got no shot
Unless you come with shit to say
Such a turn-off
If you can't pick up my pace
I'll be running 'round in circles tryna dodge a second date
Fly me to Paris, 24 karats
Got me like: Oui, oui
Look in the mirror, who is the fairest?
I'm thinkin' me, me (yeah)
He was so fun online (online)
Said he was 6'5 (6'5)
Till we met eye-to-eye
Thinkin' he's closer to 4'9
Ooh
Just like SZA, made me snooze
And then he asked me, What's your Snapchat?
I hate when they ask that
What are we? Like, in middle school?
Your camera roll? Yeah, I'll pass
Head empty, no thoughts
Yeah, there's nothing in my brain
You got no shot
Unless you come with shit to say
Such a turn-off
If you can't pick up my pace
I'll be running 'round in circles tryna dodge a second date
Gamer boy, yet no game
Are you sure you're straight?
'Cause the way you play
Got me losin' faith
Still, you're likin' my pictures
Flame emojis and kisses
You never shoot your shot
You just shoot your kids in a sock (huh?)
Head empty, no thoughts
Yeah, there's nothing in my brain
You got no shot
Unless you come with shit to say
Such a turn-off
If you can't pick up my pace
I'll be running 'round in circles tryna dodge a second date
Head empty, no thoughts
Yeah, there's nothing in your brain
You got no shot
Unless you come with shit to say
Such a turn-off
If you can't pick up my pace
I'll be running 'round in circles tryna dodge a second date
Hey there
Are you alone this weekend?
Are you looking for a small-bodied, obedient woman to cater to all of your unimpressive whims and desires?
Well, if so
You've reached the wrong fucking number
Yeah, no thoughts
Yeah, just stop
Head, head, head empty, no thoughts
Yeah, yeah, yeah, you should stop