Dead Inside

Whoa
Yeah

Lil' mama put me in her toy box
She pick me up when she gets bored, and then she put me right back
And she get whatever she wants (wants)
When you see her in the streets, she break your neck like snap
Whoa, she drive a lease
A new model, modeling
Prescription xannies
Snapchat in lingerie

But she feels so dead inside
Another boy, another ride (ooh)
Crashing off a molly, high
Reach into her toybox and hit another line

Lil' mama vloggin' in the uber
Pluggin' skinny tea and prayin' that she don’t look fat
Lil' girls on the gram looking up to her
Saying someday: I wish that I can be like that
Whoa, she’s verified
She knows she’s idolized
Her assistant is on the line
She just sold out her new makeup line

But she feels so dead inside (ehy)
Another boy, another ride (whoa)
Crashing off a molly, high
Reach into her toybox and hit another line

Her friends talk shit when she’s not around (yeah)
She feels like she's never coming down (yeah)
Nobody can save her now (ooh)
She pours up another round

But she feels so dead inside
Another boy, another ride
Crashing off a molly, high
Reach into her toybox and hit another line

But she feels so dead inside (yeah)
Another boy, another ride (whoa)
Crashing off a molly, high
Reach into her toybox and hit another line