ETA
Huh, it's a sleepover at my place, yeah, mm
You just my taste, 'kay, yeah, what's your ETA? (Hm)
Messed up my room with the makeup on your face
I haven't felt this free in so damn long, I'm on my own
You make me feel so safe, I ain't bring my gun, ain't bring my bombs
No, bitch, I don't need change, that trip is yours, that shit long
Shut up, I don't be talkin' 'bout your ass inside my songs
Go a— go a— go ahead and do what you do
I like to be left alone in the stu
You take everything so personal, and it's nothing to do with you
You hate when I take my Xans, you're always saying I'm way too rude
But whenever I be sober, you don't wanna be in the room
Fans, fans, all reaching out they hands
With the cams out, flash, take a pic, I'm like, "Damn"
No regard for how I feel at all, I don't care if I'm feeling sad
They want me to get on stage, do my thing and do my dance (Yeah)
I'm just your entertainment, your entertainment
I could never find compensation
I just be waitin', I'll be patient for you, for you
Mm, huh, huh, it's a sleepover at my place, yeah, mm
You just my taste, 'kay, yeah, what's your ETA? (Hm)
Messed up my room with the makeup on your face
I haven't felt this free in so damn long, I'm on my own
You make me feel so safe, I ain't bring my gun, ain't bring my bombs
No, bitch, I don't need change, that trip is yours, that shit long
Shut up, I don't be talkin' 'bout your ass inside my songs
(I like to be left alone in the stu)
(You hate when I take my Xans, you're always saying I'm way too rude)
(Fans, fans)
(No regard for how I feel at all)
(Entertainment, your entertainment)
