[Lyric] Michael Burry (Cyrus)

[Verse 1]
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
[Pre-Chorus]
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

[Chorus]
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

[Verse 2]
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
[Pre-Chorus]
'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

[Chorus]
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

[Outro]
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