I am not throwin' away my shot
I am not throwin' away my shot
Hey y’all, I'm feeling kinda Munchy
I'm young, independent and hungry
And I'm not throwin' away my shot
I'ma get a scholarship to Wakefield College
I probably shouldn't brag, but dang, I amaze and astonish
The problem is I speak a lot but got no brains
I tweet a lot just to be heard
With every word, I drop hate
I'm a diamond in the rough, the best doctors have ever seen
Tryna reach my goal the West End Stage, The spotlight is waiting for me
Only twenty six but my haters are older
These Brighton streets get colder, I am
A burden, I have every disadvantage
I get Jane to manage, and I don't have a brand deal to brandish
I walk these streets famished
The plan is to reheat bolognese on a flame
But hey ho, it's getting dark, so let me spell out my name
I am the G-A-B-R-I-E-L-L-A I am definitely
A young woman that lives independently
Meanwhile, Tattle keeps shittin' on me endlessly
Essentially, they call me out relentlessly
Then Jane turns around, stops my tweeting spree
She ain’t ever gonna stop enabling me
So things will carry on being disappointing in this century
Enter me, she says in parentheses