Hater
One (c'mon), Two, Three
C'mon now, won't you settle down
You've got something to say? You should let it out
I'm so meta now
Aren't there snakes in the grass you can cry to (cry to, cry to)
I'm a shooting star, I'm a wrecking ball (he's a star)
I'm whatever the hell I could ever want
Where's the mini bar
We can cheers to the ones that you lied to
It's alright if my name's on your lips (it's alright)
It's alright, I'm a son of a bitch (it's alright)
I stay smilin', my hand on my hips
Like I made it, made it, made it, made it
Don't act like we got bread left to break (left to break)
You burned my bridge, and then hit your face (hit your face)
You won't be what you wanted to be
You're a hater, hater, hater, hater
Baby, how could you bring me down
I've been beaten and bruised
But I'm still around (still around)
It's just funny how
Bitch, you just can't stop thinking about me ('bout me)
It's okay
I'm the thriller
I'm the muse
I'm the killer
So come take a seat, kick up your feet
Listen to me
It's alright if my name's on your lips (it's alright)
It's alright, I'm a son of a bitch (it's alright)
I stay smilin', my hand on my hips
Like I made it, made it, made it, made it
Don't act like we got bread left to break (left to break)
You burned my bridge, and then hit your face (hit your face)
You won't be what you wanted to be
You're a hater, hater, hater, hater
(The King has arrived)
Look at you there, up on your throne
Nobody's watchin', nobody's home
And you blame the gods, but isn't it odd
You did this to yourself
It's alright if my name's on your lips (it's alright)
It's alright, I'm a son of a bitch (it's alright)
I stay smilin', my hand on my hips
Like I made it, made it, made it, made it
Don't act like we got bread left to break (left to break)
You burned my bridge, and then hit your face (hit your face)
You won't be what you wanted to be
You're a hater, hater, hater, hater
Hater, hater, hater, hater
Hater, hater, hater, hater
Ooh
(Son of a bitch)
C'mon now, won't you settle down
You've got something to say? You should let it out
I'm so meta now
Aren't there snakes in the grass you can cry to (cry to, cry to)
I'm a shooting star, I'm a wrecking ball (he's a star)
I'm whatever the hell I could ever want
Where's the mini bar
We can cheers to the ones that you lied to
It's alright if my name's on your lips (it's alright)
It's alright, I'm a son of a bitch (it's alright)
I stay smilin', my hand on my hips
Like I made it, made it, made it, made it
Don't act like we got bread left to break (left to break)
You burned my bridge, and then hit your face (hit your face)
You won't be what you wanted to be
You're a hater, hater, hater, hater
Baby, how could you bring me down
I've been beaten and bruised
But I'm still around (still around)
It's just funny how
Bitch, you just can't stop thinking about me ('bout me)
It's okay
I'm the thriller
I'm the muse
I'm the killer
So come take a seat, kick up your feet
Listen to me
It's alright if my name's on your lips (it's alright)
It's alright, I'm a son of a bitch (it's alright)
I stay smilin', my hand on my hips
Like I made it, made it, made it, made it
Don't act like we got bread left to break (left to break)
You burned my bridge, and then hit your face (hit your face)
You won't be what you wanted to be
You're a hater, hater, hater, hater
(The King has arrived)
Look at you there, up on your throne
Nobody's watchin', nobody's home
And you blame the gods, but isn't it odd
You did this to yourself
It's alright if my name's on your lips (it's alright)
It's alright, I'm a son of a bitch (it's alright)
I stay smilin', my hand on my hips
Like I made it, made it, made it, made it
Don't act like we got bread left to break (left to break)
You burned my bridge, and then hit your face (hit your face)
You won't be what you wanted to be
You're a hater, hater, hater, hater
Hater, hater, hater, hater
Hater, hater, hater, hater
Ooh
(Son of a bitch)
Credits
Writer(s): Spencer Sutherland, Tyler Mead
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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