I'm Insecure (Acoustic)

You know he plays a gold top

You know I have a gold top in my wardrobe

You know he likes it real hot

I think I got a couple cronies in my cool box

And now he’s poking up in my business

Tell me what’s on your Amazon wishlist

Run to the bathroom, feeling kinda seasick

No service, does my butt look big in this?

You rock the boat, now the kitchen is shaking

I should’ve listened to the Trip Advisor rating

It’s your fault that my tummy is aching

What the hell am I saying?

I’m insecure

I wanna go home

I got a bad case of imposter syndrome

I’m insecure

What a big, fat mess

The damage is done

I need a brand new head

He tells me pop the champagne

I know he wants a big spray for the pictures

I know he’s watching my weight (Ah! Ah!)

He thinks I’m better off thin for the big day

Our first date when you said there’s no one like me

We went home and ate a tub of Twix ice cream

Caught in the moment, woke up by a bad dream

You were sat awake sweating out the vaccine

Six months later, something started changing

People gave us shit about the music we were making

It’s your fault that my tummy starting aching

What the hell am I saying?

I’m insecure

I wanna go home

I got a bad case of imposter syndrome

I’m insecure

What a big, fat mess

The damage is done

I need a brand new head

Bada ba ba ba da

Bada ba ba ba da

Ba, bada ba ba ba da

Bada ba ba ba da

Bada ba ba ba bum

I’m insecure

I wanna go home

I got a bad case of imposter syndrome

I’m insecure

What a big, fat mess

The damage is done

I need a brand new head

I’m insecure

I wanna go home

I got a bad case of imposter syndrome

I’m insecure

What a big, fat mess

The damage is done

I need a brand new head

This is the end of the song

And it's coming up

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