[Chorus]
Your room has (gay energy)
Your clothes have (gay energy)
You get good grades (that’s gay energy)
You’re writing songs (pure gay energy)
You’re sad and cry (gay energy)
The way you laugh (gives off gay energy)
You never fight (the gayest energy)
That’s why I be your friend, please write a song ‘bout me
[Verse]
Rumors in my room
Spreading like a deadly gas
Sayings may leave bruise
So I’ll smash you in a face
(I thought I heard I wish I saw)
You were being gentle
(Now I know that your next song)
Might be the next gay anthem
[Chorus]
Your room has (gay energy)
Your clothes have (gay energy)
You get good grades (that’s gay energy)
You’re writing songs (pure gay energy)
You’re sad and cry (gay energy)
The way you laugh (gives off gay energy)
You never fight (the gayest energy)
That’s why I be your friend, please write a song ‘bout me
[Outro]
(Oh-o-o-o-oh)
Yeah, I talk to every girl, but
Ain’t no girl is labeled girlfriend
I’m disaster for them boyfriends
But I’m not to pin my hopes on (uh-uh)
Now I’m crying in the pool (huh?)
Now I’m crying in the pool (huh)
(Yass queen I guess)
Your room has (gay energy)
Your clothes have (gay energy)
You get good grades (that’s gay energy)
You’re writing songs (pure gay energy)
You’re sad and cry (gay energy)
The way you laugh (gives off gay energy)
You never fight (the gayest energy)
That’s why I be your friend, please write a song ‘bout me
[Verse]
Rumors in my room
Spreading like a deadly gas
Sayings may leave bruise
So I’ll smash you in a face
(I thought I heard I wish I saw)
You were being gentle
(Now I know that your next song)
Might be the next gay anthem
[Chorus]
Your room has (gay energy)
Your clothes have (gay energy)
You get good grades (that’s gay energy)
You’re writing songs (pure gay energy)
You’re sad and cry (gay energy)
The way you laugh (gives off gay energy)
You never fight (the gayest energy)
That’s why I be your friend, please write a song ‘bout me
[Outro]
(Oh-o-o-o-oh)
Yeah, I talk to every girl, but
Ain’t no girl is labeled girlfriend
I’m disaster for them boyfriends
But I’m not to pin my hopes on (uh-uh)
Now I’m crying in the pool (huh?)
Now I’m crying in the pool (huh)
(Yass queen I guess)
( Ivory House )
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