Sweaterback
Guess I'm really just a price tag
At least I know you like pretty things
And even though you're acting like my best friend
Got me like I'm feeling outta place
You swear that I don't really like you
Girl I could name a million things
But bitch I want my sweater back
And everything that I paid for
Who does it no better, who stopping, who's storming my weather
Who's ruffling my feathers
Swear to god they never catch me outta character
I'm a motherfucking star
Jokes on you when I'll be flying off to mars
If that's not proof yet, keep it in the dark
I won't wait up for, a minute
Guess I'm really just a price tag
At least I know you like pretty things
And even though you're acting like my best friend
Got me like I'm feeling outta place
You swear that I don't really like you
Girl I could name a million things
But bitch I want my sweater back
And everything that I paid for
Who does it no better, who stopping, who's storming my weather
Who's ruffling my feathers
Swear to god they never catch me outta character
I'm a motherfucking star
Jokes on you when I'll be flying off to mars
If that's not proof yet, keep it in the dark
I won't wait up for, a minute
I should be open to you just
I don't know myself
You could be welcome but it's just
You don't want my help
I should be open to you just
I don't know myself
But bitch I want my sweater back
And everything that I paid for
At least I know you like pretty things
And even though you're acting like my best friend
Got me like I'm feeling outta place
You swear that I don't really like you
Girl I could name a million things
But bitch I want my sweater back
And everything that I paid for
Who does it no better, who stopping, who's storming my weather
Who's ruffling my feathers
Swear to god they never catch me outta character
I'm a motherfucking star
Jokes on you when I'll be flying off to mars
If that's not proof yet, keep it in the dark
I won't wait up for, a minute
Guess I'm really just a price tag
At least I know you like pretty things
And even though you're acting like my best friend
Got me like I'm feeling outta place
You swear that I don't really like you
Girl I could name a million things
But bitch I want my sweater back
And everything that I paid for
Who does it no better, who stopping, who's storming my weather
Who's ruffling my feathers
Swear to god they never catch me outta character
I'm a motherfucking star
Jokes on you when I'll be flying off to mars
If that's not proof yet, keep it in the dark
I won't wait up for, a minute
I should be open to you just
I don't know myself
You could be welcome but it's just
You don't want my help
I should be open to you just
I don't know myself
But bitch I want my sweater back
And everything that I paid for
Credits
Writer(s): Josh Conway, Theo Tian-hao Grison
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