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I'm from the city where all the kids are pretty but dumb
Which is a pity, they just don't get it
They call me crazy because I call me baby
And won't sit like a lady, no way, forget it
To all the stoners, the junkies and loners and menthol ciggie smokers
I am the queen of everything
But to the bullies who made fun of my hoodies
And used to say that I couldn't sing

I guess I'll always be a wannabe, baby
Making art, pop music about the drugs I'm using
If you want to be a wannabe, baby
Then set yourself free and you can be a loser like me

I'm way too clever to talk about the weather
And every rumour ever made up to fit in
Fuck being thinner, I'm done with skipping dinner
And looking in the mirror for my ambition
To all the critics who listen to my lyrics
I'm totally prolific and capable of ruling the world
But to the bitches in West born into riches
Who think it's odd that I kiss girls

I guess I'll always be a wannabe, baby
Making art, pop music about the drugs I'm using
If you want to be a wannabe, baby
Then set yourself free and you can be a loser like me

You can be a loser like me
You can be a loser like me

Be a loser like me
Be a loser like me
Be a loser like me, like me
Be a loser like me
Be a loser like me
Be a loser like me, like me

I guess I'll always be a wannabe, baby
Making art, pop music about the drugs I'm using
If you want to be a wannabe, baby
Then set yourself free and you can be a loser
I will always be a wannabe, baby
Making art, pop music about the drugs I'm using
If you want to be a wannabe, baby
Then set yourself free and you can be a loser like me