Abracadabra
Lady Gaga
[Verse 2: Doja Cat]
Non-believer
You’ve bitten from the fruit but can't give back
Nice to leave ya
But I would be a fool not to ask
Do your words seem gospel to ya now? (Your words seem gospel to you now?)
Keepin' me strong
Choosin' to carry on after one
Too many lies would be wrong, so wrong
Said, he popped tags on my shoppin' spree
Stayed mad when I showed him all the long receipts
They laugh, but you crash out like a comedy
I can't be your sugar mom, get a job for me, shit
(Ah, so) Boy, let go