Your getting back at me for coming clean
You know yourself you shouldn't act so green
And now you're breaking up from what I see
And now I feel you staring back at me
Oh to be chill like Bianca
Chill, like Bianca Bianca
Chill, like Bianca You wouldn't know it
If it hit you smack dab in your face
And now I'm a mess over fried chicken
And here you are talking me down
Oh to be chill like Bianca
Chill, like Bianca Bianca
