Ericdoa - ​attention whore lyrics

(Fortune Swan, stop that shit)
(Woah oh oh, woah oh)
(Baby, tell me what you doing for attention)
(Tell me what you doing for attention)

Baby, tell me what you doing for attention
(Oh, oh, oh)
Late night, sittin' 'round for my message
I was out getting drunk with my best friends
And yeah, you're staring at your phone
Hoping that somebody mentions
Yeah, the room filled with yes-men
Fuel my obsession
Baby, tell me what you doing for attention?
(Oh, oh, oh)
Late night, sittin' 'round for my message
I was out getting drunk with my best friends
And yeah, you're staring at your phone
Hoping that somebody mentions
Yеah, the room filled with yes-mеn
Fuel my obsession

Yeah, bitch, I'm sick of it
I'm screaming at the wall
Like no one's listening
Okay, you try your best to stall
Bringin' up some different shit
I'll put aside our differences
Do I love you? Just a little bit
Uh, you can't have me back
Sharp pain like a heart attack
I don't wanna change, baby
I don't put no effort at all
You try to pull me into
Everything and get me involved
Look at me, all this
Shit don't matter, pussy, ç'est la vie
Gotta be shittin' me, arm
Within a reach, yeah, you can't lie to me
Every day is the same
I let all that shit rain
(But, it's all different when
Your ass come around)
All the loss in my brain
I forget my own name
I just pray you'll get me off the ground

Baby, tell me what you doing for attention
(Oh, oh, oh)
Late night, sittin' 'round for my message
I was out getting drunk with my best friends
And yeah, you're staring at your phone
Hoping that somebody mentions
Yeah, the room filled with yes-men
Fuel my obsession

I can't help you from feeling empty
Yeah, I hate the pictures that you send me
But that's not all of it
You taste your medicine
I hope you swallow it
Can't be modest, bitch, I see your arrogance
I can't acknowledge it try to polish it
I just need someone I could be honest with
But, you lost it
I lost so many friends just for profit
And I'm off this, keep my circles tight
Interlock it
Yeah, I promise, you say you toxic, bitch
You rotten (Woah)

Baby, tell me what you doing for attention
(Oh, oh, oh)
Late night, sittin' 'round for my message
I was out getting drunk with my best friends
And yeah, you're staring at your phone
Hoping that somebody mentions
Yeah, the room filled with yes-men
Fuel my obsession

(Fuel my obsession, II)
(II, fuel my obsession, IIII)