Gimme thirty seconds
I been hella stressin'
Sick of the attention
Twenty four seven

My buddy's twenty and he's stuck on a caption
Can't make up his mind
Endorphins flow with every single reaction
Gotta feel just right

cnd it makes him look pathetic
But his insta's got aesthetic
So I've gotta give him credit
But you know I just don't get it
Cause

I get too many texts
Davey's blowin' up my phone
Mikey's callin' bout his ex
I just need to be alone
It's too much, is there something wrong with me
I just need a little privacy

Gimme thirty seconds
I been hella stressin'
Sick of the attention
Twenty four seven


Gimme thirty seconds
I been hella stressin'
Sick of the attention
Twenty four seven
Tired of all the flexin'
Keep it to your self, man
Why are you pretendin'
Twenty four seven

Leave me alone
Woah oh oh oh oh
I gotta go
Get off the phone

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My girl's addicted to whatever's in fashion
Out of style's a crime
I can't keep up with all the latest attractions
I'm so far behind

cnd it makes her look synthetic
But her talk is so magnetic
So I've gotta give her credit
But you know I just don't get it
Cause

I get too many texts
Davey's blowin' up my phone
Mikey's callin' bout his ex
I just need to be alone
It's too much, is there something wrong with me
(I just need a little privacy)

Tony's mad, I've been bad
Cause I never hit him up
Kodie's asking where I'm at
It'll never be enough
It's too much, is there something wrong with me
I just need a little privacy


Gimme thirty seconds
I been hella stressin'
Sick of the attention
Twenty four seven
Tired of all the flexin'
Keep it to your self, man
Why are you pretendin'
Twenty four seven

Leave me alone
Woah oh oh oh oh
I gotta go
Get off the phone

I just wish this all would stop