(Chorus:)
Serving pills like hockey pucks
Lots of runtz
I gotta run
We had a lot of fun
Got a lot
It's not enough
I'm the one
The chosen one
Baby
I'm the chosen one

Baby I'm the chosen one
(X2)

I'm crying with a loaded gun

She hates me
I thought we were having fun

I'm crying with a loaded gun
I don't know where to run
She hates me
I thought we were having fun
I don't know how to fight but I got a gun
Draped in Balenciaga doing evil shit
Backseat in the parking lot smoking mid
Id-mid-id-id-id-id-id-oh, oh, oh
Ohh, ohh
(X2)
(Chorus)