2025

One year away, that’s 2025.

If you don’t like me, then bye-bye.

I have my own style.

I stay fly.

I’m not talking about an isect.

or a pest.

I might win best dressed.

(chorus)

 

 

I will turn 17.

Yes, I was born in 2008.

All these bitches want to hate.

I might put them in their place.

Cause’ they are so lame!

And they need to be taught a lesson.

But I’m not a teacher.

I might put them in detention.

(verse 1)

 

 

One year away, that’s 2025.

If you don’t like me, then bye-bye.

I have my own style.

I stay fly.

I’m not talking about an isect.

or a pest.

I might win best dressed.

(chorus)

 

 

I will be a junior.

I’m smart, don’t need a tutor.

I don’t want sluts, no prostitutors.

I don’t fuck with losers.

Planets like Jupiter.

You’re so evil, call you Lucifer.

That hoe is stupider!

(Than me.)

(verse 2)

 

 

 

One year away, that’s 2025.

If you don’t like me, then bye-bye.

I have my own style.

I stay fly.

I’m not talking about an isect.

or a pest.

I might win best dressed.

(chorus)

 

 

2025 is 6 months away.

I don’t know why these ugly bitches want to hate.

2025 is 6 months away.

I don’t know why these ugly bitches want to hate.

2025 is 6 months away.

I don’t know why these ugly bitches want to hate.

(outro x3)