"IF LYRICS WERE CONFIDENTIAL" lyrics
If lyrics were confidential
Thoughts go inconsequential
All that you'd hear is me go
Na, na, na, na, na, na, na
I'd burn, burn every bridge you'd jump from
There's nowhere you can run from
The things I've gotta say
Na, na, na, na, ah, fuck it
I hate fifty percent of our fans
And the other half understands
And to the ones who don't, go cry and choke
On both of my middle finger ringed-up hands
Forbid my mom wakes up and reads
Half the crazy bullshit on her feed
She's calling up like, "what you done?"
'Cause some lying fuck said that I knocked 'em up
Gross, like I'd ever fuck you? Fuck you
In case you didn't hear that, take two, fuck you
Waiting by my car in the parking lot
Now I'm a bit of restraining order juggernaut
It cost $25K, but the creeps don't stop
There's no peace in the three hundred feet I bought, shut up
Shhh, my girl feels like a side-chick
Shhh, 'cause we gotta keep it private
Shhh, hate to treat her like a sidekick
And hate being right like I'm psychic
No pics of us got me sick because
Those grimy little fucks make it dangerous 'cause
You shouldn't know where she lives or works
Wanna tell you to die, but I can't say that in a verse, yeah, yeah
Right?
If lyrics were confidential
Thoughts go inconsequential
All that you'd hear is me go
Na, na, na, na, na, na, na
I'd burn, burn every bridge you'd jump from
There's nowhere you can run from
The things I've gotta say
Na, na, na, na, na, na, na
One label said that things'll go great
If you don't talk back and don't put on weight
You're a little too niche for the radio
But you'd probably drive tiktok crazy though
Hey, wait a minute
I've got it
Timothée Chalamet
What?
Timothée Chalamet, do you know him?
No, why would I know him?
Agh, loser
Would really help if you knew Tim
It'd probably get you some spins
Speaking of which
What if you were sponsored by alcohol?
I've never had a drink
That doesn't matter at all
Just take a little sip (Come on)
We can edit it
And we'll get you a fraction a penny a click
Woo, that's almost a penny a click, isn't that sick?
So rich
But I'd never tell y'all that shit
No, wait
If lyrics were confidential
Thoughts go inconsequential
All that you'd hear is me go
Na, na, na, na, na, na, na
I'd burn, burn every bridge you'd jump from
There's nowhere you can run from
The things I've gotta say
Na, na, na, na, na, na, na
Okay, let's see
Verse 3, what do we got?
Ah
Oh, okay, we can talk about when **** called me on the phone
Saying he was going to "fucking kill me!"
Wait, did you just bleep **** but not "fuck?"
That doesn't even make sense, don't bleep me on my song
Oh, and we're fading out, okay, good
Track 4
Thoughts go inconsequential
All that you'd hear is me go
Na, na, na, na, na, na, na
I'd burn, burn every bridge you'd jump from
There's nowhere you can run from
The things I've gotta say
Na, na, na, na, ah, fuck it
I hate fifty percent of our fans
And the other half understands
And to the ones who don't, go cry and choke
On both of my middle finger ringed-up hands
Forbid my mom wakes up and reads
Half the crazy bullshit on her feed
She's calling up like, "what you done?"
'Cause some lying fuck said that I knocked 'em up
Gross, like I'd ever fuck you? Fuck you
In case you didn't hear that, take two, fuck you
Waiting by my car in the parking lot
Now I'm a bit of restraining order juggernaut
It cost $25K, but the creeps don't stop
There's no peace in the three hundred feet I bought, shut up
Shhh, my girl feels like a side-chick
Shhh, 'cause we gotta keep it private
Shhh, hate to treat her like a sidekick
And hate being right like I'm psychic
No pics of us got me sick because
Those grimy little fucks make it dangerous 'cause
You shouldn't know where she lives or works
Wanna tell you to die, but I can't say that in a verse, yeah, yeah
Right?
If lyrics were confidential
Thoughts go inconsequential
All that you'd hear is me go
Na, na, na, na, na, na, na
I'd burn, burn every bridge you'd jump from
There's nowhere you can run from
The things I've gotta say
Na, na, na, na, na, na, na
One label said that things'll go great
If you don't talk back and don't put on weight
You're a little too niche for the radio
But you'd probably drive tiktok crazy though
Hey, wait a minute
I've got it
Timothée Chalamet
What?
Timothée Chalamet, do you know him?
No, why would I know him?
Agh, loser
Would really help if you knew Tim
It'd probably get you some spins
Speaking of which
What if you were sponsored by alcohol?
I've never had a drink
That doesn't matter at all
Just take a little sip (Come on)
We can edit it
And we'll get you a fraction a penny a click
Woo, that's almost a penny a click, isn't that sick?
So rich
But I'd never tell y'all that shit
No, wait
If lyrics were confidential
Thoughts go inconsequential
All that you'd hear is me go
Na, na, na, na, na, na, na
I'd burn, burn every bridge you'd jump from
There's nowhere you can run from
The things I've gotta say
Na, na, na, na, na, na, na
Okay, let's see
Verse 3, what do we got?
Ah
Oh, okay, we can talk about when **** called me on the phone
Saying he was going to "fucking kill me!"
Wait, did you just bleep **** but not "fuck?"
That doesn't even make sense, don't bleep me on my song
Oh, and we're fading out, okay, good
Track 4
Writer(s): Nick Zinnanti, Joseph Ragosta, Awsten Knight, Robert Ragosta
