On “Roast Yourself (Harder)”, Gabbie brings the crunchier sequel to her 2016 “Roast Yourself”. A nod to the various dramas she’s encountered in her career as an entertainer… Read More 




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Welcome back guysI'm gonna roast myself againBecause, well, last timeIt just wasn't well doneYo, sup! I'm Gabbie, I'm a high rollerRollin' through in a brand new Toyota CorollaLive alone in a two-bedroom apartmentBut it's real cheap, you can tell by the carpetThat's ok, 'cause I'm never homeI'm at the gym as you probably know'Cause I post about it every single timeSo my weight loss never slips your mindI'm workin' out like 8 days a week'Cause I can't control myself when I eat (I'm hungry)Think I'm an Insta model now, what's that about?By the way, have I mentioned that I work out?Had the glow up of the motherfucking centuryBut I'll still die alone eventuallyThat's right I'm single and I can't keep a man‘Cause I'm crazy in a way you could never understandLots of fans but where all my friends?And I'm alone every night of the weekend'Cause my social life's been in the trash canLove myself when I'm pumped with injections
Oh! Uh oh! Oh no! My views are lowLooks like my hair has got to go, againBut, hey, no sweat, no biggieAs long as you pay attention to mePay attention to mePay attention to meAlways say I'm working hardBut then again, who am I kidding?See my job is a jokeI take selfies for a livingBut I gotta say, it's not no work, all playIf you're not convinced, check my resumeCall myself a musician, but count my songs, 1, 2First single, "Out Loud", sounds better on muteAnd speaking of single, it makes no sense, man"I'm a satellite", but never had a true connectionMy music's underwhelming but my biggest crimesAre my New York Times best selling nursery rhymesStorytime! I admit, I may have overreactedAnd I hope you can see past it if I'm over-dramaticIf my antics seem erratic and a touch problematicIt's an old bad habitI do mental acrobaticsMake the situation seem undoubtedly traumaticWhen the truth is if you study my intense reactionsThen the actions are a far cry from pragmaticIt's a business tactic 'cause the honest factIs if you break it down, it's really quite systematicSee I have an audience that has a demographicOn a platform run by analyticsOn a platform that's strictly algorithmicOn a platform as long as your charismaticThen the platform rewards bein' a dickSo maybe that's me (If the shoe fits, wear it)Hey, forgive me (Like the video and share it)And I think that we can all forgive Bryan Le'Cause he only did what you all wanna do to me
Overwhelmed, overworked, overpaidI’m on top of the world, sittin’ pretty on a stackBut the static still cracks in my veinsAt the bottom of the universeI’m feelin' all the weightPeople die for thisPeople lie for thisPeople suck and fuck some guy for thisPay the toll for thisSell their soul for thisPlay the part but what's my role in this?I'm not built for thisAll the guilt of thisAnd I don't think I can deal with thisI'm too old for thisGonna fold from thisPeople starvin’ and I get gold for this?You all chalk me upAs some whiny fuckWho's stressed by successLike my life sucks?I get it, I know, its such a conundrumI get what I want but I can’t have much fun with itIt’s not the fame or the money I’m yearnin’I don’t give a fuck about what I’ve been earnin’But each day I wake up more blessed than I'm learin'Out of all these people I’m least to deserve itI don’t deserve itI try to be perfectI’ll never be perfectI’m not worth itKeep lookin’ for answers I swear I’ve searchin'But I come up short, and give up quick‘Cause if I found it I think I'd be scared of itYou don't see the scene that’s behind the screenAnd I urge you all to be aware of it


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It’s an interesting dichotomy of monetized sincerityStir up my insecurity with constant uncertaintyGeneration of anxietyThe “look at me” societyDubiety of pietyThe gods all suffer silentlyI’m sorry for my obsession with attentionI have an ungodly fear of rejectionMy apprehension and objection is the viral infectionOf dollars and followers in place of affectionWhat I need is a human connectionNot blue light and a foggy reflectionOf my misconception of my own perceptionA result of too much introspectionThey find my disinterest interestingMy depression, a funny thingMy decline is relatablePeople love that I hate myselfYeah, they love that I hate myselfPeople love that I hate myselfPeople love that I hate myselfPeople love that I hate myselfI climbed out of my headAnd watched myself implodeA thought without a bodyOught to be the shot to take a load offMy brain is poisonedAnd I’m searching for the antidoteBut every time I find itMy defenses scream, "Oh, no you don't!”WoahBut it's fineNo, really I'm fineIt's just a matter of timeYou'll lose your mindAnd not be fine from time to timeI'm not crazyBut I feel crazy all a suddenIn a city never seein'Snow or rain or leaves in autumnLose yourself in seasonsNot remembering that you forgot 'emKnocking on my doorCan’t confront 'em so I lock 'em outBut I don't mindNo, I really don't mind'Cause believe it or notIt feels good to be forgotFrom time to timeSo forget meAnd please, God, forgive meIf you feel a touched underwhelmedBy all my overwhelming negativityWho am I and when?When's my work day endAnd where does me begin?Are these my colleagues or my friends?On a scale of ten to oneDo you hate who I've become?'Cause I hate who I've becomeI'm sorry for who I've become