Done a lot of things I can't rewind
But, I don't like to live my life that way
Ain't no sense in stressing over hindsight
Plus, I can't hardly see shit anyway
A little bit of target practice
I'ma shoot my shot like I'm Curry
Every single look is a good look
And lately I feel like Michael Burry
I'ma get my way this year though
I've been in my bag like rest stops
I've been in my bag like Ziploc
I might make a milli', for real
I put a couple thousand in the stock market
And I just tripled up since I said that
I just made a couple songs that I fuck with
Group-text 'em to my exes like, "sup bitches"
We all make bad decisions, and it's alright
Y'all just made the worst one, and that's too bad
And, yeah, I saw your man, and that's too bad
What's it like always picking up the tab now?
Just dropped a couple grand 'cause I felt like it
And the way I make it happen I just might be psychic
Lots of people like to act like they know shit
But, when you put 'em on the spot, they a tide stick
And I got rich off an idea
My buzz got me never having light years
My eyes probably draw in Billie Eilish
But, she was wrong, 'cause the ocean is scary
I made you look so dumb, didn't I
Got that supply like I'm fucking Amazon
I swear I'm right every single damn time
Better call me Michael Burry
Yeah, and you can read my playbook
But, I don't ever stay put, call an audible like James would
I might leave my imprint, I might do some dumb shit
Turn around and have a smart decision make me dumb rich
If you need a second just to process what you're hearing
Then I fucking understand because I told y'all this my year, and
I ain't mean to make this leap, Michael Jordan top the key
And I might just dunk on everybody that has doubted me
I'll probably always be underrated
But, I'm still your bitch's favorite
And I don't make up things, I just make all your girl's playlists
I remember working day-shifts, that turned into some night-shifts
Where I would write until I left like I was windshield wipers
I'm a blessing in this bitch, a correction to your ways
And I'll get you to your destination, you can call me Waze
Might be a little short-tempered, but, long for better days
And I would count the hours, but, I'd rather count the plays
'Cause I got rich off an idea
My buzz got me never having light years
My eyes probably draw in Billie Eilish
But she was wrong, 'cause the ocean is scary
I made you look so dumb, didn't I
Got that supply like I'm fucking Amazon
I swear I'm right every single damn time
Better call me Michael Burry
Yeah, better call me Michael Burry, alright
Yeah, better call me Michael Burry
Better call me Michael Burry, alright, yeah
Better call me Michael Burry