"ouchie (Extended Version)" lyrics
I've let it slide for quite some time
Now you won't be able to rewind
You had me at my best but you ain't satisfied
It fucked up my mind
(Bitch) Every other person likes me
Tell me, what's your species?
You're so bad
And I can't even start to be mad
Taught me with some good shit about empathy
And anxiety
Dr. Karl is really worried
Got some bags I need to bury
Ouchie
When you text again at midnight
Say you love me and apologize
Second chance and I will treat you right
Babe, you had your time
Sleep much or not (or not)
Glow up and rot (and rot)
Be a rat or hot (or hot)
You got me feeling up and down
I miss you again (again)
Oh right, now I hate men (hate men)
I'm now a comedian
You got me feeling up and down
Sleep much or not (or not)
Glow up and rot (and rot)
Be a rat or hot (or hot)
You got me feeling up and down
I miss you again (again)
Oh right, now I hate men (hate men)
I'm now a comedian
You got me feeling up and down
(Valorant)
Things you do and learn for a man
Now it's sad you can't see my full-aced kill
You said, "baby, cakes ain't real"
But I like to eat sweets and intestines
Let me eat you, baby
Sometimes I do
Drink to text you
Now I don't cook anymore noodles
If I'm getting too irritating and
You wanna shut me up
Then make me
Ouchie
When you do that thing with your face
I begin to become crazy (no)
What you doin' inside my brain?
Oh, you got me insane
Sleep much or not (or not)
Glow up and rot (and rot)
Be a rat or hot (or hot)
You got me feeling up and down
I miss you again (again)
Oh right, now I hate men (hate men)
I'm now a comedian
You got me feeling up and down
Sleep much or not (or not)
Glow up and rot (and rot)
Be a rat or hot (or hot)
You got me feeling up and down
I miss you again (again)
Oh right, now I hate men (hate men)
I'm now a comedian
You got me feeling up and down
Ouchie
Boy, you really move on so fast
It's unfair that I'm still stuck in the past
But I hope this song would be the last
I stalk like F-B-I
When my friends ask, I lie
That I am doing fine
Switching up my routine
Wine glass to cup of tea
Then criticize life
Think "it is what it is"
Man, it's hard to resist
To cry, cry, cry
If you're out there somewhere
Tourist in a new pair
Then I should try
To move on
Now you won't be able to rewind
You had me at my best but you ain't satisfied
It fucked up my mind
(Bitch) Every other person likes me
Tell me, what's your species?
You're so bad
And I can't even start to be mad
Taught me with some good shit about empathy
And anxiety
Dr. Karl is really worried
Got some bags I need to bury
Ouchie
When you text again at midnight
Say you love me and apologize
Second chance and I will treat you right
Babe, you had your time
Sleep much or not (or not)
Glow up and rot (and rot)
Be a rat or hot (or hot)
You got me feeling up and down
I miss you again (again)
Oh right, now I hate men (hate men)
I'm now a comedian
You got me feeling up and down
Sleep much or not (or not)
Glow up and rot (and rot)
Be a rat or hot (or hot)
You got me feeling up and down
I miss you again (again)
Oh right, now I hate men (hate men)
I'm now a comedian
You got me feeling up and down
(Valorant)
Things you do and learn for a man
Now it's sad you can't see my full-aced kill
You said, "baby, cakes ain't real"
But I like to eat sweets and intestines
Let me eat you, baby
Sometimes I do
Drink to text you
Now I don't cook anymore noodles
If I'm getting too irritating and
You wanna shut me up
Then make me
Ouchie
When you do that thing with your face
I begin to become crazy (no)
What you doin' inside my brain?
Oh, you got me insane
Sleep much or not (or not)
Glow up and rot (and rot)
Be a rat or hot (or hot)
You got me feeling up and down
I miss you again (again)
Oh right, now I hate men (hate men)
I'm now a comedian
You got me feeling up and down
Sleep much or not (or not)
Glow up and rot (and rot)
Be a rat or hot (or hot)
You got me feeling up and down
I miss you again (again)
Oh right, now I hate men (hate men)
I'm now a comedian
You got me feeling up and down
Ouchie
Boy, you really move on so fast
It's unfair that I'm still stuck in the past
But I hope this song would be the last
I stalk like F-B-I
When my friends ask, I lie
That I am doing fine
Switching up my routine
Wine glass to cup of tea
Then criticize life
Think "it is what it is"
Man, it's hard to resist
To cry, cry, cry
If you're out there somewhere
Tourist in a new pair
Then I should try
To move on
Writer(s): Mariah Deborah Cabatbat
