christopher lin - microscope lyrics
[intro]
eryn grace lau, you’re f-cking adopted
your family is white you were left and forgotten
spit in your udon when you ain’t lookin’
that’s why everyone was laughin’, everyone was clappin’
you lose brain cells when you are with them
but you didn’t even have any to begin with
throwing salt over your shoulder another sh-tty superst-tion
this about to make you wet and it’s the only time you’ll get some action
think you winning now, yo b-tch back up
you’re a wannabe robin, yo b-tch back up
got a dora haircut, yo b-tch back up
you’re a mother to a plant, yo b-tch you’re done
[verse 1]
claim humans making microscopes isn’t the case
think we can’t figure out to use gl-ss to see the letters in the lowercase
i think you need to go back to science in the 7th grade
cuz you’re confused ‘bout something that you’re wearing on your f-cking face
yeah they’re real
take’em off yo face and have a good long feel
sh-t
when you’re taking off your gl-sses instant left on tinder
cuz your -ss f-cking flat just like your fingers
you want to live in taiwan please just stay there
dream to be an accountant you’ll be hooked on welfare
[chorus]
reading your old disstrack got me cringin’
someone reads your lines cuz you ain’t singin’
don’t even try to shoot back on my birthday
you’ll always be below me on the food chain
use to be a challenge now you’re easy
b-tch you bronze i’m golden like my jewelry
don’t you know that cali is my city
but the only thing that’s poppin is your acne
[verse 2]
taught you how to photoshop so you can fix your face
maybe when you lose that child you’ll crop it on his resting place
you’ve been gaining lots of weight hitting up all those buffets
that’s probably the reason you’re born on national potato day
“let’s go to the mall today!” shut the f-ck up
you’re no good at roasting anyone just sip your capri sun
shots with soup acting stupid wish that put you in a coma
there are never happy endings, this ain’t no korean drama
when you left waterpolo they called it a holliday
now got nothin in yo folio but that b in photography
you can run, you can hide, you can try to skate on thru
this is chris lin b-tch, who the h-ll is flippin you
[chorus]
reading your old disstrack got me cringin’
someone reads your lines cuz you ain’t singin’
don’t even try to shoot back on my birthday
you’ll always be below me on the food chain
use to be a challenge now you’re easy
b-tch you bronze i’m golden like my jewelry
the rejects don’t show any tears or mercy
when we kick you out and send you packin
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