Make You Blush کے بول

I'm chilling, watching Everybody Hates Chris I'm playing my silly games Doomscrolling, breathing in the dopamine While those grown up babies are talking shit about me In their bedrooms like (Ó os cara, nada vê, meu) Oh my God You're so fucking hot I just can't believe How lucky we are To be in the presence Of Mr. Enlighted Motherfucker Bow down Here comes the king Of mediocrity He's judge He's jury But he will never (ever) Never (ever) Never execute shit Never execute shit Oh big baby, don't cry You think you're better We're all just like Yeah, whatever You know my habits You know my face You check my shit And call it hate You know my habits You know my face You check my shit And call it hate That's not hate That's a crush You're obsessed I bet I make you blush, bitch