Lyrics: Bo Kitzman
Music: Bo Kitzman
Why you so dramatic Always wreaking havoc Killin all the buzz because You living like you’re tragic
You look good on Instagram Posting all the highlights
Bet you wish that you had
That much happiness in real life
You moved to Atlanta
Tried to start a new life
But you still a thot
So no one sees you in a new light Nothing ever goes right
Bet you think you’re never wrong Hopefully you’ll ghost me after You get done with this song
Text me in a few months
Tell me that you’re sorry
and when I don’t respond
You’re gonna show up at the party Asian with some attitude
liddle titty energy
Maybe I should try to just Erase you from my memory
But WatsUrSign, WatsUrSign, WatsUrSign?
Now that you’re a senior
Majoring in ghosting
You could probably get
A stripping internship or something Crippling anxiety
Building up so silently
Maybe you should try out
This new thing they call sobriety
When you tell ya therapist
All about your problems
She gon see you reaching Yeah you scraping rock bottom Piece of paper packing pills Xanny couldn’t make you chill Medication meditation
Bet you couldn’t foot the bill
Wanna push a black benz
Wanna dress up like ya grown
You don’t even have a plan to pay off
all your student loans
You’re a walking red flag
Dressed up in some tool drag
When I pop off Imma have the homies send a goodie bag.
But WatsUrSign, WatsUrSign, WatsUrSign?