[Verse 1]
I just cried into a shirt I could never afford last year
My Drake problems, my fake problems
But it’s really how I’m feeling here
I guess at least my work is working, right?
I think people like me better when I’m hurt inside
They say it’s not true, and they hope I’m alright
But their eyes probably rolled at the first line
(Fuck ’em)
[Pre-Chorus]
I like cool shirts, I like cold rings
I want a big house, but I’m hiding
