What's my Schufa, what's my credit score
I've got writers block, brain rots got me stupid
What's my Schufa, what's my credit score
I've got writers block, brain rots got me stupid
What's my Schufa
I've got nothing left to say
I've been running my mouth since yesterday
Wait, I can't let it run away
It's easy to let go when you feel pain
F*ck, shit, it happened again
I let my guard down while I was playing pretend
It depends, what do you think about me
Do I rub you wrong or is my presence lovely
I'm not everybody's cup of tea
That's why I really respect those who keep me company
I can comfortably say that I'm at peace
I go with the flow and wear my heart on my sleeve
I'm someone's pet peeve, and I'm ok with that
I can rest easy knowing i made someone laugh
I'm on her smash or pass list, she said the former
Now I'm balling on some Germans Dennis Schröder
What's my Schufa, what's my credit score
I've got writers block, brain rots got me stupid
What's my Schufa, what's my credit score
I've got writers block, brain rots got me stupid
What's my Schufa, what's my credit score
I've got writers block, brain rots got me stupid
What's my Schufa, what's my credit score
I've got writers block, brain rots got me stupid
What's my Schufa, what's my credit score
I've got writers block, brain rots got me stupid
What's my Schufa, what's my credit score
I've got writers block, brain rots got me stupid