Cellphone Lyrics

You sickly offer to buy me a drink

But I see in your fucking game

I think

I don't want anything of you honestly

Don't matter, the Rosé or the Hennessy

I'm not on sale, NO

I'm not on sale

You know, you talk too much lies and tales

You think you are the cutest Baby, God damn

Try to call

There is no one on your cellphone cellphone

On your cellphone cellphone

There is no one on your cellphone cellphone

On your cellphone cellphone

Let me be myself

Let me be myself

I don't give a fuck boy

Please, just run away

Let me be myself

Let me be myself

I don't give a fuck

Please, just run away

No, thanks for a bad time

No time for your gaslight

No Insta, no Snapchat

No, at any options

No compassion, no mercy

You're still solo, OMG!

I don't need a sicky trip

No glasses, no GHB

Already feeling numb

Solo in the club

What you're waiting for?

No loser, no more

Already feeling numb

Solo in the club

What you're waiting for?

There is no one on your cellphone cellphone

On your cellphone cellphone

There is no one on your cellphone cellphone

On your cellphone cellphone

Let me be myself

Let me be myself

I don't give a fuck boy

Please, just run away

Let me be myself

Let me be myself

I don't give a fuck

Please, just run away

Let me be myself

I don't give a fuck boy

Please ,just run away

Let me be myself

Let me be myself

I don't give a fuck

Please just run away