Aesthetic

Bitches‘ bodies even smoother than their lies
I wonder if ya face is that blurry in real life
Let’s get one thing straight out of the way
I‘m not here for your whole aesthetic, baby

Pastel skies, tropical sunsets
So overpriced, even your dog‘s shit is sponsored
Designer handbags, they’re made of snakeskin
Gotta stay up to date with all the cool kids

You walk by the mirror, look shocked, freak out and ask yourself:
„Who’s that bitch in the reflection with all those pores in her face?“
You forgot what you look like without filters and Facetune
Whilst you’re talking about all the crazy shit that you do

Bitches‘ bodies even smoother than their lies
I wonder if ya face is that blurry in real life
Let’s get one thing straight out of the way
I‘m not here for your whole aesthetic, baby

We’ve been talking for weeks and now it’s a date
Do you think that he’ll need me? Can I swipe yes to fate?
I’m gonna give you a feast, your eyes upon this drama
I’m a post-human baby but I think I lost my Lama

Oh baby, what’s wrong? You think you’ve been deceived?
You say I’ve got a face that’s built for halloween?
Stop! Don’t go! It’s all the industry
You expected Big Bird but I gave you KFC

Well, tbh nothing wrong with being aesthetically pleasing
I’m guilty of it too but it gets so fucking misleading
Only show what you want and expect us to believe
That you use the sponsored shit you promote, oh bitch please
Maybe I’m just being petty, maybe it’s tea (Ouch!)
Maybe I’m just jealous I don’t have someone photographing me pee
As time goes by all your brain cells, they riot
Gonna superglue your mouth shut so all the shit will finally come out right

Bitches‘ bodies even smoother than their lies
I wonder if ya face is that blurry in real life
Let’s get one thing straight out of the way
I‘m not here for your whole aesthetic, baby

Fuck you and your tourniquet you turn around your best friend’s necks
Fair play, you played the game so well, you traumatise them
You’re freed by money on the outside but all it does is push your age
Your selfish thoughts and pressured fucks just make you want to end it
Soon or late deep in the night
I wonder, are you up or going under?
Baby, silence sighs or do you wanna be woken by sirens?
No no no no, I warned ya, I warned ya, I warned ya

Bitches‘ bodies even smoother than their lies
I wonder if ya face is that blurry in real life
Let’s get one thing straight out of the way
‘m not here for your whole aesthetic, baby

© Melvin Hein