Show Me Yours

You think you know me
Can’t control me, but you got it wrong
No one can’t hold me
I’m unholy, I’ve been here too long
Front page everyday, I’m living in some type of television
We’re not so different
Right opinions, yeah, you got it wrong
Why, why do you try and get in my mind?
See what’s inside, baby
Who, who are you to tell me I’m screwed?
Cannot do what I do, 'cause I know you’ll do it too
If you show me yours, I’ma show you mine
If you show me yours, I’ma show you mine
I got sugar, I got spice
Boy, just tell me what you like
Show me yours, I’ma show you mine
Bank this, fake this
Someone’s gonna hate this
Say I’m overrated, «Who's this Trisha Paytas?»
Having meltdowns, changing genders
Making covers, feeling so Perez
The jokes on you, and you, and you
So say hi to my ex (Hello)
I’ve got fast cars, I got the house
I earn my shit, you run your mouth
Why, why do you try and get in my mind?
See what’s inside, baby
Who, who are you to tell me I’m screwed?
Cannot do what I do, 'cause I know you’ll do it too
If you show me yours, I’ma show you mine
If you show me yours, I’ma show you mine
I got sugar, I got spice
Boy, just tell me what you like
Show me yours, I’ma show you mine
Why don’t you show me how you turn it on?
Let 'em talk, they can say boy what they want
Why don’t you show me how you turn it on?
Let 'em talk, I’m not listening anymore
If you show me yours, I’ma show you mine
If you show me yours, I’ma show you mine
I got sugar, I got spice
Boy, just tell me what you like
Show me yours, I’ma show you mine
(If you show me yours, I’ma show you mine
I’ma show you mine
If you show me yours, I’ma show you mine)