Fomo

I see you at my show Sitting pretty in the front row Damn bitch Might aswell just kiss my damn toe  If I threw a bone You'd wear it like you're a flinstone If I die alone she got us matching coloured tombstones And I think that I might leave Cause she hates me Way too much that I think she wanna date me I got tattoos on my fingers now her number 3 I dont leave my house less I fucking got a pole on me Shes controlling me On some voodoo shit I swear she got a hold on me She's a fucking freak I keep my eyes open Havent got my beauty sleep  Uh oh You're too busy looking at me on your phone Ah ah  Acting kinda weird in the club you gotta go I just lost my keys to my car And my phones gone Atleast I got a swag of my own unlike someone She breaking down the doors to my house Got my locks done She pull up to your party  Got a problem fighting fomo Got no reason to let go I'm your icon She got gonorrhoea But she not even a sick cunt I don't need a job don't needa check up on a roster She know if she want what I got it's gon cost her I think I lost her I've been counting days Since I seen her when I dropped her She eating off my plate I feel sick Need a doctor  Looking jus like me From the back  That's an imposter Ah uh You're to busy looking at me on your phone I can't be here with you I gotta go