Treija - Popbitch ! lyrics

rate me

I Punkd Out the whole situation

Excuse to somebody's face in, yeah

That crock of shit is getting rancid

So wake up and stop your little fantasey

You so bad, bad, bad, bad, you're totally wack

You sound nothing like Guns and Roses

you've got a shit band, you cannot play

You maybe selling records, but didn't anybody tell you...

Capital Radio is so passé

So who cares if your number one

You broke up our friendship was it worth it?

And who cares, I'm bringing up the past shit

It's all, all about your jealousy

People, say that he is f*cking she

Sift through the crap that you can't see

Total lack of faith, It ain't your philosophy

You talk blah, blah, blah, blah, all that shhhhhh (shit)

You talk down to me, make me sick

You don't even know me, but my god, you kill me

Your a Pop Bitch!, and you don't care

a myspace whore

You wanna be popular, a Top Cat

Second only to none

You gossip like it was so yesterday

You get away with murder the things you say

(Guess what I, think of you now)

I showed love, love, you threw it back in my face

Then you flasshed that pretty smile and then you

dumped me for a rock star boy

to be popular

And even Paris Hilton don't bitch that way

so I'm better on my own

on my own,

on my own

Popbitch!