Show Me Yours - Trisha Paytas

You think you know me

Can’t control me, but you got it wrong

No one can’t hold me

I’m unholy, I’ve been here too long

Front page everyday, I’m living in some type of television

We’re not so different

Right opinions, yeah, you got it wrong

Why, why do you try and get in my mind?

See what’s inside, baby

Who, who are you to tell me I’m screwed?

Cannot do what I do, 'cause I know you’ll do it too

If you show me yours, I’ma show you mine

If you show me yours, I’ma show you mine

I got sugar, I got spice

Boy, just tell me what you like

Show me yours, I’ma show you mine

Bank this, fake this

Someone’s gonna hate this

Say I’m overrated, «Who's this Trisha Paytas?»

Having meltdowns, changing genders

Making covers, feeling so Perez

The jokes on you, and you, and you

So say hi to my ex (Hello)

I’ve got fast cars, I got the house

I earn my shit, you run your mouth

Why, why do you try and get in my mind?

See what’s inside, baby

Who, who are you to tell me I’m screwed?

Cannot do what I do, 'cause I know you’ll do it too

If you show me yours, I’ma show you mine

If you show me yours, I’ma show you mine

I got sugar, I got spice

Boy, just tell me what you like

Show me yours, I’ma show you mine

Why don’t you show me how you turn it on?

Let 'em talk, they can say boy what they want

Why don’t you show me how you turn it on?

Let 'em talk, I’m not listening anymore

If you show me yours, I’ma show you mine

If you show me yours, I’ma show you mine

I got sugar, I got spice

Boy, just tell me what you like

Show me yours, I’ma show you mine

(If you show me yours, I’ma show you mine

I’ma show you mine

If you show me yours, I’ma show you mine)