Make You Blush

I'm chilling, watching Everybody Hates Chris
I'm playing my silly games
Doomscrolling, breathing in the dopamine
While those grown up babies are talking shit about me
In their bedrooms like
(Ó os cara, nada vê, meu)

Oh my God
You're so fucking hot
I just can't believe
How lucky we are
To be in the presence
Of Mr. Enlighted
Motherfucker

Bow down
Here comes the king
Of mediocrity
He's judge
He's jury
But he will never (ever)
Never (ever)
Never execute shit

Never execute shit

Oh big baby, don't cry
You think you're better
We're all just like
Yeah, whatever

You know my habits
You know my face
You check my shit
And call it hate

You know my habits
You know my face
You check my shit
And call it hate

That's not hate
That's a crush
You're obsessed
I bet I make you blush, bitch