Cats Millionaire - T Girl Video Blog #2395 lyrics
[Cats Millionaire - T Girl Video Blog #2395 lyrics]
Hi, my name is Cats Milly, today is
Friday, April 1st, 2011, uh this is
Transgender video blog number two
Thousand three hundred and ninety-five
Everything's gonna be fine
You just met me at a very
Strange time in my life
Uh
No one fucking understands me
Have I fucking ever asked for a re-tweet?
Never in my life
One day in the distant future
I'll make the fucking purr-fect wife
House clean, dinner on when you get back
Hair nice as fuck
Never ever fucking bitching on a rap track
Smelling like flowers and baby powder
With a moderately sized rack
But never mind that, uhhh
I'm gonna learn how to write neat
Stop smoking cigarettes and stop
Eating red meat
Say "thank you" to strangers politely
And wish 'em dead
Move away from home and still
Bitch to the internet
About the way my parents raised me
Then change my name again
And not tell anybody
Maybe then I'll finally find my place in this
Fucked up stupid ass gender binary society
And then? And then finally feel happy?
Who the fuck knows? Maybe
Day four hundred
Two weeks before my fourteenth birthday
I forced myself to
Vomit so I could stay home from school
Read Venus Envy for six hours
Drank an entire bottle of cough syrup
And then cried myself to sleep
What the fuck do I motherfucking look like
Swagging like Golf Wang but sounding
Like a butch dyke
When I say that I've had surgery
I mean I've had a ski
Mask stapled on permanently
Yeah, it certainly hurting me
But I won't never fucking take it off
The truth of the matter is whole
World sprained my fucking feelings
But I'll just swag it off uhhhh but
I don't want no leggings, no tight-ass jeans
Low cut tees, just crucify me
Kay, here's my big plan dye my hair red
Join a punk band and never fucking rap again
I don't give a shit, it works for me
People like it better
When I don't' say anything well whatever
Fuck life, it's just too fucking embarrassing
Friday, April 1st, 2011, uh this is
Transgender video blog number two
Thousand three hundred and ninety-five
Everything's gonna be fine
You just met me at a very
Strange time in my life
Uh
No one fucking understands me
Have I fucking ever asked for a re-tweet?
Never in my life
One day in the distant future
I'll make the fucking purr-fect wife
House clean, dinner on when you get back
Hair nice as fuck
Never ever fucking bitching on a rap track
Smelling like flowers and baby powder
With a moderately sized rack
But never mind that, uhhh
I'm gonna learn how to write neat
Stop smoking cigarettes and stop
Eating red meat
Say "thank you" to strangers politely
And wish 'em dead
Move away from home and still
Bitch to the internet
About the way my parents raised me
Then change my name again
And not tell anybody
Maybe then I'll finally find my place in this
Fucked up stupid ass gender binary society
And then? And then finally feel happy?
Who the fuck knows? Maybe
Day four hundred
Two weeks before my fourteenth birthday
I forced myself to
Vomit so I could stay home from school
Read Venus Envy for six hours
Drank an entire bottle of cough syrup
And then cried myself to sleep
What the fuck do I motherfucking look like
Swagging like Golf Wang but sounding
Like a butch dyke
When I say that I've had surgery
I mean I've had a ski
Mask stapled on permanently
Yeah, it certainly hurting me
But I won't never fucking take it off
The truth of the matter is whole
World sprained my fucking feelings
But I'll just swag it off uhhhh but
I don't want no leggings, no tight-ass jeans
Low cut tees, just crucify me
Kay, here's my big plan dye my hair red
Join a punk band and never fucking rap again
I don't give a shit, it works for me
People like it better
When I don't' say anything well whatever
Fuck life, it's just too fucking embarrassing