Becca Meanie Lyrics

I aint no simp

So, Becca, you can save it

Don't call me Mr. Means, I regret I even made it. I'm unbothered

By the unrepost

I built you up inside my mind but truth be told, you're a 7 at the most

And you're probably annoyin'

You'll find another boy and compare him to me and I'll enjoy it

No chance to avoid it

I'm better, you'll see it, you'll rethink your choices

Late at night I close my eyes and see a weddin' scene

She's very gorgeous, pretty hair, but it ain't Becca Means

You post yourself, but only show what you want us to see

So I guess it's best we keep the distance in between, uh

Stay in LA with your music and friends

Goin' to Aloe and followin' trends

They say you're unfunny, I used to defend

But now when I see it, I'm like, "eh, it depends"

I'm the catch in this scenario

Yeah, you're famous, but you missed out on me though

And my mama used to look at other babies and feel sorry for 'em cause I was so cute, so I know that I'm handsome

You're probably throwing a tantrum

Everybody let her know

Everybody scream it out

We don't know what you're like behind a closed door

Influencers are so self-absorbed

And you're probably annoyin'

You'll find another boy and compare him to me and I'll enjoy it

No chance to avoid it

I'm better, you'll see it

You'll rethink your choices

Late at night, I close my eyes and see a weddin' scene

She's very gorgeous, pretty hair, but it ain't Becca Means

You post yourself, but only show what you want us to see

So I guess it's best we keep the distance in between

I keep saying you're famous, but D-list celebrities are nameless

But this'll give you a reason to remember my name

No more pleasure, 100% pain, cause I'm

Mr. Nice Guy no more

Not that guy from before, I won't board

Cause the Becca train seems like a bore

And I won't receive post notis anymore

This feels like a divorce, get your eyes off the floor

Music career is forced

And I say that without any remorse

Of course

Unathletic, uncoordinated, no good at sports

Plus I bet you got C's on your progress reports

I want my kids to be smart

And you're probably annoyin'

You'll find another boy and compare him to me and I'll enjoy it

No chance to avoid it

I'm better, you'll see it, you'll rethink your choices, aye

Late at night I close my eyes and see a weddin' scene

She's very gorgeous, pretty hair, but it ain't Becca Means

You post yourself, but only show what you want us to see

So I guess it's best we keep the distance in between

I dropped you, a blonde who has an ego

Your old news, I'm on to Livvy Rodrigo

I'll pursue and mew, boom Puerto Rico with her

And we're chillin' and so madly in love

Actually, that's enough. Let's get real

My wife will probably be a creative in some capacity, but not like that famous