Cause I am not a word, I am not a line. I am not a girl that can ever be defined
I fly with the stars in the skies I am no longer trying to survive.
I hear the criticism loud & clear That is how I know that the time is near
Oh that's what he left? Let his mama pick it up. Might back up on it, VROOM VROOM wit the pick-up truck.
I can always remember standing up to the baddest girls in my elementary school. Wherever I went, there was always a mean girl, and that girl would always hate me because I wouldn’t bow down.
& if I'm fake I aint notice cause my money aint