GUESS WHAT - Mimi Barks

Yeah

Who sent you?

Fuck off (Yeah)

Deadlock, deadlock

Fuck

Okay, guess what?

(What? What?)

I don’t wanna be you

This fucking write off needs a mouthwash

Now look at you, look at you

You got caught up in my deadlock (Back off, back off)

Yeah, yeah, you go that way, I’ll go right

All them failures wanna text loads

But they never say nothin', for real

They just faking, faking

Grunge girl, yeah, yeah, they treat me like exotics

I tried to daze these demons with narcotics, yeah

But this world chose to wake 'em up (Up, up, up)

Numb my mind and my heart, I tried to keep them calm

But people, they won’t listn

They won’t just fucking listen

Out-out-out my mind, oh, it’s a constant grind

Stupid, narrow peopl tryna fuck with my kind, ahh

They don’t know it yet, but they will regret

High, excessive, don’t you get it?

This ho mad (Mad)

Am I bored or am I empty?

Am I empty or insane?

Am I bored or am I empty?

This shit’s driving me insane

Liar, who said that I’d take ya?

(For granted)

Cover tracks towards your graveyard (You're ended)

Strike a match to hide the smell, yeah (Forget it)

I’m a motherfuckin' rave star

Okay, guess what?

(What? What?)

I don’t wanna be you

This fucking write off needs a mouthwash

Now look at you, look at you

You got caught up in my deadlock (Back off, back off)

Yeah, yeah, you go that way, I’ll go right

All them failures wanna text loads

But they never say nothin', for real

They just faking, faking

Stress got me chewing with no pills innit

I got all them things mixed up for the thrill of it

I’m raving bunkers, still no one’s for real in it

Hang with no wankers, it’s all about no time limit

You fuckin' faggot, got caught up in my deadlock

Take your life, eat you alive and your whole squad

Your goddamn clique so vicious, so what?

(What? What? What?)

I’m on my thrive, I’m a daddy fucking rave god

Liar, who said that I’d take ya?

(For granted)

Cover tracks towards your graveyard (You're ended)

Strike a match to hide the smell, yeah (Forget it)

I’m a motherfuckin' rave star

Okay, guess what?

(What? What?)

I don’t wanna be you

This fucking write off needs a mouthwash

Now look at you, look at you

You got caught up in my deadlock (Back off, back off)

Yeah, yeah, you go that way, I’ll go right

All them failures wanna text loads

But they never say nothin', for real

Alright

Grunge