Lyrics I HATE MODELS - Alec King

Models
I hate, I hate models

I hate models
All they do is break hearts
I was all good and she left me in eight parts
Look good on camera, but all they do is break hearts
I hate models (I hate models)

We were both pretty regular
Way before the fame that you've got, before you changed it up (Yeah)

I wasn't used to all the things that were happenin'
How everyone was acting like you acting, but you not
I was confused, part of us were missin'
Don't mean to accuse but you actin' a little different
In your livin' room but I ain't got no room for livin'
You get the attention, I feel like I'm Scottie Pippen

Now I ask myself why, why you tell me hips don't lie
When you walk away every time
And when I meet someone new, they gon' say "tell me about you"
Imma tell 'em

I hate models
All they do is break hearts
I was all good and she left me in eight parts
Look good on camera, but all they do is break hearts
I hate models (I hate models)

I hate models
All they do is break hearts
I was all good and she left me in eight parts
Look good on camera, but all they do is break hearts
I hate models (I hate models)

Aight, that might not make sense to most
The idea of models is great
Love the idea of models
But usually they're just, you know, they're kinda

Naomi Campbell, wanna chill and eat some Campbell's?
She's like nah you know me
I don't eat Campbell's like some expensive candles
Got my Gisele, always actin' like she's on vacation
Tells I'm a Star of David
Why I'm feelin' so deflated
I don't know, maybe 'cause these models gettin' on my nerves
They don't even like each other
They say that they're all the worst
Victoria's secrets, I think she hides them in her purse
I don't want another model, I would rather watch them curve
Make another song, make it really long
That way I won't think about you 'til I move on and you gone
And I hope you sing along, talk that shit about yourself
Post it on your Instagram, I know it helps

I hate models
All they do is break hearts
I was all good and she left me in eight parts
Look good on camera, but all they do is break hearts
I hate models (I hate models)

I hate models
All they do is break hearts
I was all good and she left me in eight parts
Look good on camera, but all they do is break hearts
I hate models (I hate models)

(Why, why you tell me hips don't lie)
(When you walk away every time)
(And when I meet someone new, they gon' say "tell me about you")
(Imma tell 'em I hate models)