[Verse 1]
Yeah I been writin' tunes in back of dorm rooms and they fucks with it
And I'm enthused cause I've been had a tune and they're above all it
Acceptin' me for all my flaws and vibin' to the grooves
I call it floral shirts and Golf le Fleurs and feeling like I'm handsome[?]
Like the first damn time, the first damn time
Got it next up in the DMs and the PMs sayin this shit fine
For the first damn time, feelin' so fine

[Chorus]
But I'm not, what I'm not, what I'm not, what I'm not
No I'm not, what I'm not, y'know
Yeah, I'm not, what I'm not, what I'm not, what I'm not
What I'm not, what I'm not, y'know

[Verse 2]
Yeah, I'm still the goofy grown-ass guido
With the sense of humor of a four year old
Yeah, I'm tired of [?] coddlin' myself from criticism when it's honеst though

And recycled [?] the trash
All down from my hеad down to my toes
Yeah, I'm honest as the holes up in my heart
And my pink crocs though

[Chorus]
But I'm not, what I'm not, what I'm not, what I'm not, what I'm not, what I'm not y'know
Yeah, I'm not that cool
Yeah, I'm kind of a... loser
Of all the gin joints and all the towns in all the world
She walks into mine

[Outro]
But I'm not, what I'm not, what I'm not, what I'm not, what I'm not
What I'm not, what I'm not, what I'm not, what I'm n—
That's fun