You on your job, you hatin' hard,
Ain't goin' feed you, I'mma let you starve.
Graspin' for air, and I'm ventilation,
You out of breath, hope you ain't waitin'.
Tellin' the world how much you miss me,
But we never were, so why you trippin'?
You a mom and pop, I'm a corporation,
I'm the, press conference, you're a conversation.
This house is not a home to you
But you decide to go ahead and lay down, lay down
There are no words to describe the depth of your indifference
Cause I see you’re here to stay
Should of known to pick my fate
I’m so wrong, I’m so wrong
Loud was bigger than 1989. I'm saying this as a Taylor stan.
Sold less singles, less albums, grossed less on tour, earned less.
But somehow magically bigger, the Streaming stance was bigger than the hair as well.
