I wake up, like a fucking Fagguette.
I dress myself, like a fucking fagguette.
I do my hair, like a fucking Fagguette.
I take a shower, like a fucking Fagguette.
I drive my car, like a fucking Fagguette
I get on my phone, like a fucking Fagguette
I even eat and chew, like a fucking fagguette, just to spite only you.
I even breathe and speak, like a fucking fagguette, just to defeat you.
It’s my world, I own it, like a fucking Fagguette
It’s my word I reclaim it. You only have power as long as I give it.
Why? Cause I said so. Bitch I ain’t afraid throw hands and blows. Just like, just like, like a fucking Fagguette
I’m difficult, like a fucking Fagguette.
I’m criminal, like a fucking Fagguette
I want my MTV, relives every broken dream,
I still cry when I watch Bambi, like a fucking Fagguette
I cop out, like a fucking Fagguette
I slack off, like a fucking Fagguette
I fight, like a fucking Fagguette
scratch your eyes out, like a fucking fagguette.
Can you bleed, like me? like a fucking Fagguette?
It’s my world, I own it, like a fucking Fagguette
It’s my word I reclaim it. You only have power as long as I give it.
Why? Cause I said so. Bitch I ain’t afraid throw hands and blows. Just like, just like, like a fucking Fagguette
I wanna die, like a fucking Fagguette
I wanna bleed out, like a fucking Fagguette
I want to be forgotten, like the million Fagguette s before me baby.
I sing like a fucking fagguette,
I groove like a fucking fagguette,
can't get enough, like a fucking fagguette,
brows on point, clean skin and teeth, ready for anything, like a fucking fagguette.
Σtella's Greek-folk inflected pop sounds both vintage and subtly modern, like a lost gem sent from the magical nexus where 1966 meets 1986. Bandcamp New & Notable Jun 16, 2022