Wimpy Girls Rituals

Couldn't find a beat that didn't fuck enough
All ready to the floor
Couldn't find a beat that didn't fuck enough
Couldn't find a beat that didn't suck enough to fuck it up
But I can still do whatever I want
I got this thing in my hand and they call it God
But it's not
They look into your own soul
See fucking empty, burned out holes

I wanna be there
I wanna be there
I wanna be there
I wanna be there

I don't need anyone to tell me how I'm doing
I know, I know
I know, I know it
Don't need anyone to tell me what I'm doing, but
I know, I know
I know it

Die like a dog and laugh it off
Act like you're safe in a circle of salt
But I don't want that, I want the other one
Don't want that