I thought you were the one
In fact, you are the Antichrist
I'd send you to the sun
And buy a telescope to watch you fry

I got hot girls summer'd, damn, that's a bummer
Should've saved my money, could've bought me a Hummer
Dumb and dumber, blocked your number
Damn, she really burned me, like it's Midsommar
Fake ass bitch and give a fuck 'bout a n***a
Fake Louis bag that she use to take pictures
Gun to my head, man, you'll probably pull the trigger
Hope you stay broke while my pockets get bigger

Man took an L but it's okay
Will you ever love yourself, no se
Least I'll never have to see your face
Quit calling my phone, girl, go away

I thought you were the one
(can't believe I was wrong about you, girl)
Because you are the Antichrist
I'd send you to the sun
(shouldn't even make a song about you, girl)
Because you are the Antichrist
Should've know better, you a finesser
All you did was lie the whole time together
Thought you were clever, weren't worth the effort
Hope moths eat holes in your favorite sweater
Hope you find out everyone you know hates you
Hope you get exposed on the 'gram for using Facetune
I hope a spaceship full of aliens take you
And drops you off at Pluto 'cause they can't fucking stand you

Man took an L but it's okay
Will you ever love yourself, no se
Least I'll never have to see your face
Quit calling my phone, girl, go away

I thought you were the one
(can't believe I was wrong about you, girl)
Because you are the Antichrist
I'd send you to the sun
(shouldn't even make a song about you, girl)
Because you are the Antichrist

I thought you were the one
(can't believe I was wrong about you, girl)
Because you are the Antichrist
I'd send you to the sun
(shouldn't even make a song about you, girl)
Because you are the Antichrist
I thought you were the one
In fact, you are the Antichrist