if my hair kinda sucks, just like, don't tell me

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[Pre-Chorus]
i know it’s just keratin, not a soul on fire,
but the one wrong strand can fray my wires.
so if you see me spiraling, keep it low-key,
i’m one comment away from deleting the whole week.

[Chorus]
if my hair kinda sucks, just like, don’t tell me,
lie like a lullaby, say it looks healthy.
say it’s giving main character energy,
even if it’s giving humid mid-chemistry.
i don’t need the mirror to be honest today,
just pat my head, say cute, and we’ll be on our way.
if my hair kinda sucks, just like… don’t tell me.

[Verse 2]
Tried to rock a beanie, hoped a hat would work,
fyp tutorials got me losing my church.
dye on my hands looks like a crime i committed,
brown to black to oops, now we both know i did it.
come on, i’m just tryna serve
the cold hard truth ain’t what i deserve
facetime tilt at a merciful angle,
why’s my cut gotta be wang-jangled!?

[Pre-Chorus]
i know it’s just appearance, not my worth or my name,
but the little things add up like the points in your game.
so if i ask how it looks, please play pretend,
i’ll fix it tonight, i just need a win.

[Chorus]
if my hair kinda sucks, just like, don’t tell me,
say it’s soft like a cloud and selfie-ready.
better yet, don’t mention that i look like tommy pickles
best not hear no hardy-har or no sensible giggles.
i don’t need the truth from the fashion gestapo,
what i need is you to call me cute and buy me tacos
if my hair kinda sucks, just like… don’t tell me.

[Bridge]
not that deep, not that bad,
don’t freak out,don’t get mad
if we’re lucky, start a trend
wink, step, hit send.

[Hook]
shh, don’t tell me,
shh, just hold me,
shh, we’re golden,
zip-lip, problem solved then.

[Final Chorus]
if my hair kinda sucks, just like, don’t tell me,
call it chaos couture, say it gives healthy.
say it’s giving “i woke up like this on purpose.”
y’all ain’t even ready for me to serve this.
i don’t need perfection to carry me through,
i just need your happy little fiction, dude.
if my hair kinda sucks, just like… don’t tell me.

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[Verse 1] woke up in a mood i did not order, mirror doing jump-scares, thanks for the disorder. dry shampoo prayer, claw clip as a tourniquet, middle part mutiny, cowlick’s the lieutenant. group chat says wolf cut, pinterest curtain, youtube says trust me. yeah, i’m not certain. took three selfies, none passed the vibe check, my bangs gave comedy. what the heck. [Pre-Chorus] i know it’s just keratin, not a soul on fire, but the one wrong strand can fray my wires. so if you see me spiraling, keep it low-key, i’m one comment away from deleting the whole week. [Chorus] if my hair kinda sucks, just like, don’t tell me, lie like a lullaby, say it looks healthy. say it’s giving main character energy, even if it’s giving humid mid-chemistry. i don’t need the mirror to be honest today, just pat my head, say cute, and we’ll be on our way. if my hair kinda sucks, just like… don’t tell me. [Verse 2] Tried to rock a beanie, hoped a hat would work, fyp tutorials got me losing my church. dye on my hands looks like a crime i committed, brown to black to oops, now we both know i did it. come on, i’m just tryna serve the cold hard truth ain’t what i deserve facetime tilt at a merciful angle, why’s my cut gotta be wang-jangled!? [Pre-Chorus] i know it’s just appearance, not my worth or my name, but the little things add up like the points in your game. so if i ask how it looks, please play pretend, i’ll fix it tonight, i just need a win. [Chorus] if my hair kinda sucks, just like, don’t tell me, say it’s soft like a cloud and selfie-ready. better yet, don’t mention that i look like tommy pickles best not hear no hardy-har or no sensible giggles. i don’t need the truth from the fashion gestapo, what i need is you to call me cute and buy me tacos if my hair kinda sucks, just like… don’t tell me. [Bridge] not that deep, not that bad, don’t freak out,don’t get mad if we’re lucky, start a trend wink, step, hit send. [Hook] shh, don’t tell me, shh, just hold me, shh, we’re golden, zip-lip, problem solved then. [Final Chorus] if my hair kinda sucks, just like, don’t tell me, call it chaos couture, say it gives healthy. say it’s giving “i woke up like this on purpose.” y’all ain’t even ready for me to serve this. i don’t need perfection to carry me through, i just need your happy little fiction, dude. if my hair kinda sucks, just like… don’t tell me. ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ © 2025 The Badfatler All rights reserved.

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