Haters

Saw it on Instagram, Denied the brain rot, cause I cannot stick to any formal plan Imagine my head screwed upon a different body, walking home or down the beach and selling stocks by phone Maybe I, I don't know how to keep my feet on the ground, I don't know when I am lost until I am found I don't know how to keep my feet on the ground I wanna be better but I don't wanna try I wanna believe it without wondering why I wanna win something but I don't wanna fight Give it time Unraveling my string bikini, Nothing here to see except my built in barbie underwear beneath I'm throwing open closet doors and mopping all the floors With all the clothes the haters bought and never wore Maybe I, I wanna be better but I don't wanna try I wanna believe it without wondering why I wanna win something but I don't wanna fight Give me time