BOB ROSS

Paint you out of my life like Bob Ross
Finally free of you, albatross
I'm not the kind of bitch you want to cross
You're H&M, I'm Hugo Boss

All those nights, I turned and tossed
Left out in the cold, frozen to frost
I just want you gone, get out, get lost
I'm not the kind of bitch you want to cross

My star is on the ascension
I'm suddenly free of all the tension
You gave me, and I have to mention
You are on indefinite suspension

So sit down at your desk
Cause you failed my test
You're fucking grotesque
And I'm statuesque, bitch

My Grade-A cunt has passed the bar
I'm gonna keep slaying near and far
Let's pop the Veuve and have caviar
Cause it's your time to au revoir
Let's pop the Veuve and have caviar
Cause it's your time to au revoir (au revoir)

You'd like to rectify your mistakes
But baby, you don't even have what it takes
So sit down boy, peel me a grape
Watch me make my great escape

Paint you out of my life like Bob Ross
Finally free of you, albatross
I'm not the kind of bitch you want to cross
You're H and M and I -

I'm designer, you're consigner
Bitch, everybody knows you're the maligner
Cause I'm designer
I'm the headliner

Rudderless men are v unsexy
They waste my time and make me apoplexy
You're illiterate a bit dislexy
But the proof is in the pudding bitch
So watch me flexy

I'm your apex pred
A mother fucking T rexy
I'm your apex pred
A mother fucking T rexy
I'm your apex pred
A mother fucking T rexy

New days are stirring stirring
This pussy's purring purring
My music's whirring whirring
And everybody wants my pussy purring
New days are stirring
This pussy's purring
My music's whirring

Everybody wants my pussy purring
Boss bitch
I'm your boss bitch
I'm your boss bitch
I'm fucking Bob Ross, bitch

Boss bitch (boss bitch)
I'm your boss bitch (boss bitch)
I'm your boss bitch
I'm fucking Bob Ross, bitch

I wanna paint you out of my life like Bob Ross
Finally free of you, albatross
I'm not the kind of bitch you want to cross
You're H&M, I'm Hugo Boss