BBIANCA - Fomo Lyrics

I see you at my show
Sitting pretty in the front row
Damn bitch
Might aswell just kiss my damn toe
If I threw a bone
You'd wear it like you're a flinstone
If I die alone she got us matching coloured tombstones

And I think that I might leave
Cause she hates me
Way too much that I think she wanna date me
I got tattoos on my fingers now her number 3
I dont leave my house less I f*cking got a pole on me

Shes controlling me
On some voodoo shit
I swear she got a hold on me
She's a f*cking freak
I keep my eyes open
Havent got my beauty sleep

Uh oh
You're too busy looking at me on your phone
Ah ah
Acting kinda weird in the club you gotta go

I just lost my keys to my car
And my phones gone
Atleast I got a swag of my own unlike someone
She breaking down the doors to my house
Got my locks done
She pull up to your party
Got a problem fighting fomo

Got no reason to let go
I'm your icon
She got gonorrhoea
But she not even a sick cunt
I don't need a job don't needa check up on a roster
She know if she want what I got it's gon cost her

I think I lost her
I've been counting days
Since I seen her when I dropped her
She eating off my plate
I feel sick
Need a doctor
Looking jus like me
From the back
That's an imposter

Ah uh
You're to busy looking at me on your phone
I can't be here with you
I gotta go