They're all out there, that's not cool Oh my God, they're so obsessed like, what the fuck On my way to my interview You see me, I see you Snapping pictures left and right, it'll last all day, all night I'm sick and tired of this shit So what if I wrote a hit? You're standing out the limousine, and this is what you say to me "Oh, babe, you're so hot" "Oh, hey, I love your song" "Oh, where's that lipgloss from?" "Where did you get your hair done?" "Oh my God, I love your outfit" "What's the drama you're involved in?" "Who are you dating now?" Bitch, please, you're obsessed Camera flash, you're obsessed Yeah, obsessed, you're so obsessed with me Camera flash, you're obsessed Yeah, obsessed, you're so obsessed with me