roast yourself

Lyrics

yo, 'sup!, i'm gabbie, i'm a high roller, rollin' through in a brand new toyota corolla, live alone in a two-bedroom apartment, but it's real cheap, you can tell by the carpet, that's ok!, i'm never home, i'm in the gym as you probably know, 'cause i post about it every single time, so my weight loss never slips your mind, i'm workin' out like 8 days a week, 'cause i can't control myself when i eat, 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 century, but i'll still die alone eventually, that's right i'm single and can't keep a man, i'm crazy in a way you can never understand, lots 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 can, love myself when i'm pumped with injections, oh, uh, oh, oh, no, my views are low, looks like my hair has got to go again, but, hey, no sweat, no biggie, as long as you pay attention to me, pay attention to me, pay attention to me, always say i'm working hard but then again, who am i kidding?, see my job is a joke, i take selfies for a living, but i gotta say, it's not no work, all play, if you're not convinced, check my resume, call myself a musician, but count my songs, 1, 2, first single, 'out loud', sounds better on mute, and speaking of single, it makes no sense man, "i'm a satellite", but never had a true connection, my music's underwhelming but my biggest crimes, are my new york times best selling nursery rhymes, storytime!, i admit, i may have overreacted, and i hope you can see past it if i'm over-dramatic, if my antics seem erratic and a touch problematic, it's an old habit, i do mental acrobatics, make the situation seem undoubtedly traumatic, when the the truth is if you study my intense reactions, then my actions are a far cry from pragmatic, it's a business tactic, 'cause the honest fact is, if you break it down, it's really quite systematic, see i have audience that has a demographic, on a platform run by analytics, on a platform that's strictly algorithmic, on a platform as long as your charismatic, then the platform rewards bein' a dick, so maybe that's me, hey, forgive me, like this video and share it, and i think that we all forgive bryan le, 'cause he only did what you all wanna do to me, overwhelmed overworked overpaid, i'm on top of the world, sittin' pretty on a stack, but the static still cracks in my veins, at the bottom of the universe i'm feeling all the weight, people die for this, people lie for this, people suck and fuck some guy for this, pay the toll for this, sell their soul for this, play the part but whats my role in this, i'm not built for this, all the guilt of this, and i don't think i can deal with this, i'm too old for this, gonna fold from this, people starvin', and i get gold for this?, you all chalk me up, as some whiney fuck, who's stressed by success, like my life sucks, i get it, i know, its such a conundrum, i get what i want but i can't have much fun with it, it'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 and i'm learnin', of all of these people i'm least to deserve it, i don't deserve it, i try to be perfect i'll never be perfect, i'm not worth, keep lookin' for answers i swear i've been searchin', but come up short, and i give up quick, 'cause if i found it i think id be scared of it, you don't see the scene that's behind the screen, and i urge you all to beware of it, it's an interesting dichotomy, of monetized sincerity, stir up my insecurity, with constant uncertainty, generation of anxiety, the "look at me" society, dubiety of piety, the gods all suffer silently, i'm sorry for my obsession with attention, i have ungodly fear of rejection, my apprehension and objection is the viral infection, of dollars and followers in place of affection, what i need is a human connection, not blue light and a foggy reflection, of my misconception of my own perception, a result of way too much introspection, they find my disinterest interesting, my depression, a funny thing, my decline is relatable, people love that i hate myself, yeah, they love that i hate myself, people love that i hate myself, people love that i hate myself, people love that i hate myself, i climbed out of my head, and watched myself implode, a thought without a body, ought to be a shot to take a load, off my brain is poisoned, and i'm searching for the antidote, but every time i find it, my defenses scream "oh, no you don't!", woah, but it's fine, no, really i'm fine, it's just a matter of time, you'll lose your mind, and not be fine from time to time, i'm not crazy, but i feel crazy all a sudden, in a city never seein', snow or rain or leaves in autumn, lose yourself in seasons, not remembering that you forgot 'em, knocking on my door, i can't confront 'em so i lock them, out, but i don't mind, no, i really don't mind, cause believe it or not, it feels good to be forgot, from time to time, so forget me, and please, god, forgive me, if you feel a touched underwhelmed, by all my overwhelming negativity, who am i and when?, when's my work day end, and where does me begin?, are these my colleagues or my friends?, on a scale of ten to one, do you hate who i've become?, 'cause i hate who i've become, i'm sorry for who i've become