Roast Yourself [Harder] lyrics

[Intro]

Welcome back guys

I'm gonna roast myself again because, well, last time it just wasn't well done

[Verse 1]

Yo, 'sup!

I'm Gabbie

I'm a high roller

Rollin' through in a brand new Toyota Corolla

Live alone in a two-bedroom apartment

But it's real cheap, you can tell by the carpet

That's ok!

I'm never home

I'm in the gym as you probably know

'Cause I post about it every single time, so my weight loss never slips your mind

I'm workin' out like 8 days a week

'Cause I can't control myself when I eat (I'm hungry)

Think I'm an Insta model now, what's that about?

By the way, have I mentioned that I work out?

Had the glow up of the motherfucking century

But I'll still die alone eventually

That's right I'm single and can't keep a man

I'm crazy in a way you can never understand

Lots of fans but where all my friends?

And, I'm alone every night of the weekend

'Cause my social life's been in the trash can

Love myself when I'm pumped with injections

Oh, uh, oh, oh, no, my views are low

Looks like my hair has got to go again

But, hey, no sweat, no biggie

As long as you pay attention to me

Pay attention to me

Pay attention to me

[Verse 2]

Always say I'm working hard but then again, who am I kidding?

See my job is a joke

I take selfies for a living

But I gotta say, it's not no work, all play

If you're not convinced, check my resume

Call myself a musician, but count my songs, 1, 2

First single, 'Out Loud', sounds better on mute

And speaking of single, it makes no sense man

"I'm a satellite", but never had a true connection

My music's underwhelming but my biggest crimes are my New York Times best selling nursery rhymes

[Verse 3]

Storytime!

I admit, I may have overreacted

And I hope you can see past it if I'm over-dramatic

If my antics seem erratic and a touch problematic

It's an old habit

I do mental acrobatics

Make the situation seem undoubtedly traumatic

When the the truth is if you study my intense reactions, then my actions are a far cry from pragmatic

It's a business tactic

'Cause the honest fact is

If you break it down, it's really quite systematic

See I have audience that has a demographic

On a platform run by analytics

On a platform that's strictly algorithmic

On a platform as long as your charismatic

Then the platform rewards bein' a dick

So maybe that's me (if the shoe fits, wear it)

Hey, forgive me

Like this video and share it

And I think that we all forgive Bryan Le

'Cause he only did what you all wanna do to me

[Outro]

Overwhelmed, overworked, overpayed

I'm on top of the world, sittin' pretty on a stack

Static still cracks in my veins

At the bottom of the universe, feelin' all the weight

People die for this

People lie for this

People suck and fuck some guy for this

Pay the toll for this

Sell their soul for this

Play my part, but what's my roll in this

I'm not built for this

All the guilt in this

And I don't think I can deal with this

I'm too old for this

Gonna fold from this

People starving and I get gold for this?

You all chop me up as some whiny fuck who stresses my success like, "my life sucks"

I get it, I know

It's such a conundrum

I get what I want, but I can't have much fun with it

It's not the fame or the money I'm yearnin'

I don't give a fuck about what I've been earnin'

But each day I wake up more blessed that I'm learing

Of all these people, I'm least to deserve it

I don't deserve it

I try to be perfect

I'll never be perfect

I'm not worth it

I keep lookin' for answers, I swear that I'm searchin'

But I keep comin' short, and I give up quick

'Cause if I found it, I think I'd be scared of it

You don't see the scene behind the screen

And I urge you all to be aware of it

It’s an interesting dichotomy of monetized sincerity

Stir up my insecurity with constant uncertainty

Generation of anxiety

The “look at me” society

Dubiety of piety

The gods all suffer silently

I’m sorry for my obsession with attention

I have ungodly fear of rejection

My apprehension and objection is the viral infection

Of dollars and followers in place of affection

What i need is a human connection

Not blue light and a foggy reflection of my misconception of my own perception

A result of way too much introspection

They find my disinterest interesting

My depression, a funny thing

My decline is relatable

People love that i hate myself

Yeah, they love that i hate myself

People love that i hate myself

People love that i hate myself

People love that i hate myself

I climbed out of my head

And watched myself implode

A thought without a body

Ought to be a shot to take a load

Off my brain is poisoned

And i’m searching for the antidote

But every time i find it

My defenses scream “oh, no you don’t!”

Woah

But it's fine

No, really i'm fine

It’s just a matter of time

You’ll lose your mind

And not be fine from time to time

I’m not crazy

But i feel crazy all a sudden

In a city never seein’

Snow or rain or leaves in autumn

Lose yourself in seasons

Not remembering that you forgot ‘em

Knocking on my door

I can’t confront ‘em so i lock them out

But i don’t mind

No, i really don’t mind

Cause believe it or not

It feels good to be forgot

From time to time

So forget me

And please, God, forgive me

If you feel a touched underwhelmed

By all my overwhelming negativity

Who am i and when?

When’s my work day end

And where does me begin?

Are these my colleagues or my friends?

On a scale of ten to one

Do you hate who i’ve become?

‘cause i hate who i’ve become

I’m sorry for who i’ve become

• Artist:Gabbie Hanna
• Album:Roast Yourself (Harder) - Single