Bitche$

Okay, stop letting go of lies about me
Why am I going to get tired and release truths about you?
Trying to offend me by calling me a mess
Or that I was born in a cradle of gold

Dear, this doesn't reach me
I have so many things to talk about you
More like I'm not your type
I'm quiet

But fuck, if you disturb me too much
There will be no way
Throw the shit for everyone to know
Leave me alone
Leave me quiet because I don't want to end this fight

But I feel obliged to do this
Shut the fuck up and go live your life
It seems that he lives in wanting to get attention
Especially mine
I only see your things when someone sends them to me

And look, they send not to praise but to laugh at you
These are your friends
I could alert you about them and what they say about you
But then I realize that they are just like you
And you deserve it

Vadia, we don't even follow each other anymore
And we don't even talk
But you still insist on talking about me

Go look for some shit for you to scratch yourself
Look for something to occupy this fucked-up mind of yours that you have
And another, the world doesn't revolve around you
So stop thinking it's all about you

And to finish, look for a dentist, you will thank me