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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Mary Lambert
Mary Lambert
Performer
DJ Shawty Slim
DJ Shawty Slim
Turntables
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Mary Lambert
Mary Lambert
Composer
Maureen McDonald
Maureen McDonald
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Eric Rosse
Eric Rosse
Producer
Benny Cassette
Benny Cassette
Producer
Ricky Reed
Ricky Reed
Engineer
Mozella
Mozella
Additional Producer
Serban Ghenea
Serban Ghenea
Mixing Engineer
John Hanes
John Hanes
Mixing Engineer
Chris Reynolds
Chris Reynolds
Engineer
Joe Fitz
Joe Fitz
Engineer
John Armstrong
John Armstrong
Assistant Recording Engineer

Lyrics

[Intro]
Okay
Game face
There we go
[Verse 1]
I've got bipolar disorder
My shit's not in order
I'm overweight, I'm always late
I've got too many things to say
I rock mom jeans, cat earrings
Extrapolate my feelings
My family is dysfunctional
But we have a good time killing each other
[PreChorus]
They tell us from the time we're young
To hide the things that we don't like
About ourselves, inside ourselves
I know I'm not the only one
Who spent so long attempting to be someone else
Well, I'm over it
[Chorus]
I don't care if the world knows what my secrets are
Secrets are
I don't care if the world knows what my secrets are
Secrets are
[PostChorus]
So, what?
So, what?
So, what?
So, what?
[Verse 2]
I can't think straight, I'm so gay
Sometimes I cry a whole day
I care a lot, use an analog clock
And never know when to stop
And I'm passive aggressive
I'm scared of the dark and the dentist
I love my butt and won't shut up
And I never really grew up
[PreChorus]
They tell us from the time we're young
To hide the things that we don't like
About ourselves, inside ourselves
I know I'm not the only one
Who spent so long attempting to be someone else
Well, I'm over it
[Chorus]
I don't care if the world knows what my secrets are
Secrets are
I don't care if the world knows what my secrets are
Secrets are
[PostChorus]
So, what?
So, what?
So, what?
So, what?
[Verse 3]
As a kid I used to stud, I couldn't probably speak
I grew up being awkward, as awkward can be
I used to steal my brother's clothes, I bought his closet each week
I had to ball up the sleeves 'cause he was taller than me
I had big dreams, lil' ol' unpopular me
My house ain't had no doors or windows or electricity
But I didn't want nobody to see
I used to beg the bus driver to drop me off down the street
They say you're too this, you're too that, you're too rich, but too bad
What you want me to do? Sell my house and move back
There's nothing no one can call me and nothing no one can do
I don't fit in any crowd, I never hope that I do
Bye, babe
[Chorus]
I don't care if the world knows what my secrets are
Secrets are
I don't care if the world knows what my secrets are
Secrets are
[PostChorus]
So, what?
So, what?
So, what?
So, what?
So, what?
So, what?
So, what?
So, what?
Written by: Benny Cassette, Eric Rosse, Mary Lambert, Maureen McDonald
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