Yeah, it's 2am and she's out there
In a sheer white dress wearing last night's makeup
All coquettish in the pictures with the flash on
Where ships Lana Del Rey in her AirPods,
yeah Ah yeah, she's in her mid-twenties, real intelligent
Haired and mystic with the gravel drool and dead eyes
You say she's anorexic and you heard she likes when people say it
Think you already know it but you don't
This one's for all my mean girls
This one's for all my bad girls
This one's for all my breaking boyfriends' heart girls
For all my tearing * apart girls
This one's for all my mean girls
This one's for all my bad girls
This one's for all my breaking boyfriends' heart girls
For all my tearing * apart girls
Yeah, it's 4am and she's out there With the razor sharp tongue stuck to skinny
cigarettes Calls her daddy while she's fingering a gold
cross And she's kinda * up but she's still
in vogue Yeah, she's in her mid-twenties, real intelligent
And you hate the fact she's New York City's darling
You say she's problematic and the way you say it's so fanatic
Think she already knows that you're obsessed
This one's for all my Migos.
This one's for all my bad girls
This one's for all my fake out boys that's hard for
For all my traitors, red and purple
This one's for all my mean girls
I never had to stop dreaming