Casual Hatred
She walks with a gun in her hand
Why does everybody in my life make commands
They don't understand
Stares with a glare over there at a man
And he offers her a drink, got plans
Thinks, starts running, overpriced Vans she can feel the ink smudging
Summertime heat got a Mars bar fudging
Mom said don't eat sweets you'll get pudgy
Why does everybody gotta judge me?
The jig is up, and the emperor's naked
Let's engage in a little bit of casual hatred
It's grandma damn it
Asking about tonight sorry I ain't on the planet
Have to go cause we planned it for a while
But if she comments on my style then I might just have to blow
Big stress about show and I'm ready so
Meet the girl everybody didn't care enough to know
No chill, middle finger to a dreamy-eyed bro
Idiot's on the bench like he waiting for Godot
The jig is up, and the emperor's naked
Let's engage in a little bit of casual hatred
Have you lost what inspired you?
Who's the boss that you answer to?
That's me cause I love myself
I don't trust anybody that impose they help
Stick it in the little red pocket of your seatbelt
Then fasten it up
Fascinating how those that think they know you
Think they owed back happiness
Fuck that, Imma do me and just laugh at this stuff
These amateurs suck, they never give up
You give them attention it's never enough
I'm going all in cause they calling my bluff
I aim at your brain and I turn it to dust
The jig is up, and the emperor's naked
Let's engage in a little bit of casual hatred
And go back to the basics
Why does everybody in my life make commands
They don't understand
Stares with a glare over there at a man
And he offers her a drink, got plans
Thinks, starts running, overpriced Vans she can feel the ink smudging
Summertime heat got a Mars bar fudging
Mom said don't eat sweets you'll get pudgy
Why does everybody gotta judge me?
The jig is up, and the emperor's naked
Let's engage in a little bit of casual hatred
It's grandma damn it
Asking about tonight sorry I ain't on the planet
Have to go cause we planned it for a while
But if she comments on my style then I might just have to blow
Big stress about show and I'm ready so
Meet the girl everybody didn't care enough to know
No chill, middle finger to a dreamy-eyed bro
Idiot's on the bench like he waiting for Godot
The jig is up, and the emperor's naked
Let's engage in a little bit of casual hatred
Have you lost what inspired you?
Who's the boss that you answer to?
That's me cause I love myself
I don't trust anybody that impose they help
Stick it in the little red pocket of your seatbelt
Then fasten it up
Fascinating how those that think they know you
Think they owed back happiness
Fuck that, Imma do me and just laugh at this stuff
These amateurs suck, they never give up
You give them attention it's never enough
I'm going all in cause they calling my bluff
I aim at your brain and I turn it to dust
The jig is up, and the emperor's naked
Let's engage in a little bit of casual hatred
And go back to the basics
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Writer(s): Casey Sherman
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