Tekster: Be Your Own Pet. Get Awkward. Bitches Leave.

Things aren't pretty in New Detroit
So go ahead and get to the point
There's nothing up my sleeve
Take a hint, bitches leave

Things aren't pretty in New Detroit
So go ahead and get to the point
And there's nothing up my sleeve
Take a hint, bitches leave

You've got a make up face and perfect hair
Walking around counting all your stares
Think you're really clever in your skintight jeans
Like you're the hottest chick on the scene

You're gonna ask what he thinks of you
Like I even care or have a clue

Things aren't pretty in New Detroit
So go ahead and get to the point
And there's nothing up my sleeve
Take a hint, bitches leave

Things aren't pretty in New Detroit
So go ahead and get to the point
There's nothing up my sleeve
Take a hint, bitches leave

You laugh and giggle like you haven't got a brain
The way you talk is driving me insane
I know you're lying 'bout you take it in the rear
You name drop so much I wanna rip off my ears

Do you think anyone wants you to stay?
How'd you get back here anyway?

Things aren't pretty in New Detroit
So go ahead and get to the point
There's nothing up my sleeve
Take a hint, bitches leave

Things aren't pretty in New Detroit
So go ahead and get to the point
There's nothing up my sleeve
Take a hint, bitches leave