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Fortune Swan, stop that shit Woah Woah Woah-oh (Baby, tell me what you doing for attention) (Tell me what you doing for attention) Baby, tell me what you doing for attention? (Oh, oh, oh) Late night, sittin' 'round for my message I was out getting drunk with my best friends And yeah, you're staring at your phone Hoping that somebody mentions Yeah, the room filled with yes-men, fuel my obsession Baby, tell me what you doing for attention? (Oh, oh, oh) Late night, sittin' 'round for my message I was out getting drunk with my best friends And yeah, you're staring at your phone Hoping that somebody mentions Yеah, the room filled with yes-mеn, fuel my obsession Yeah, bitch, I'm sick of it Screaming at the wall, like no one's listening Okay, you try your best to stall, bringin' up some different shit I'll put aside our differences, do I love you? Just a lil' bit Uh, you can't have me back, sharp pain like a heart attack I'm don't wanna change, baby, I don't put no effort at all Letras de cancionesYou try to pull me into everything and get me involved Look at me, all this shit don't matter, pussy, c'est la vie Gotta be shittin' me, arm within a reach, yeah, you can't lie to me Every day is the same, I let all that shit rain But it's all different when your ass come around All the loss in my brain, I forget my own name I just pray you'll get me off the ground Baby, tell me what you doing for attention? (Oh, oh, oh) Late night, sittin' 'round for my message I was out getting drunk with my best friends And yeah, you're staring at your phone Hoping that somebody mentions Yeah, the room filled with yes-men, fuel my obsession Can't help you from feeling empty I hate the pictures that you send me But that's not all of it Taste your medicine, I hope you swallow it Can't be modest bitch I see your arrogance, I can't acknowledge it Try to polish it, I just need someone I could be honest with But you lost it, I lost so many friends just for profit I'm off this, keep my circles tight interlock it Yeah, I promise, say you toxic, bitch, you rotten (Woah) Baby, tell me what you doing for attention? (Oh, oh, oh) Late night, sittin' 'round for my message I was out getting drunk with my best friends And yeah, you're staring at your phone Hoping that somebody mentions Yeah, the room filled with yes-men, fuel my obsession From Letras Mania