pop rats

 how do you think i’ll make my way in a world where everyone screams but nobody listens to what i say, listens to what you say, what he says, what she says

and how do you think i’ll make my way in a world where everyone sells but nobody buys ‘xcept for mainstream ideas, conformist bullshit

but hey, here i come, i’m number one

*they love my instagram makeup, high-waisted shorts, i am a goddess for troubled teens

they write the songs for me, they tell me what to say, no one cares i don’t know what it means*

well, i can not really tell what’s fake and what is true

and i do respect popstars ‘cause there must have been something about them once

and oh my god, there’s no way autotune could create the awesomeness of some of them

so what is the thing about show business that makes me wanna puke?

*...the goddess of...*

**i have a thigh gap and D-cups, my daddy’s a blessing to the society

i haven’t eaten since last week so my cheekbones stand out and oh my brows are on fleek**

I’m dying in my own world of money

I’m dying on my own, help me somebody

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*** i have a thigh gap and D-cups, my daddy’s a junkie, scum of the society

i haven’t eaten since last year  so all my bones stand out and oh my brows are on fleek***