[Verse 1]
I wished my wit’s dryness matched your panties
I had to stop believing you’re for me, I had to give up trying to be Mandy, ‘cause I’m fucking Billy: kind of stupid; silly
So if this straight shit fails again, then I’m fucking Billy
The first Billy I find, his dick is mine
I guess I’ll see if that’s a sin whenever Grim comes to get me
I’m joking, but yes, I’m socially disfigured, sexually confused
Catch me in some knickers, in the sheets dozing
Madison Montgomery-sparked wet dream
I ate her like her pussy was on the menu “limited time only”
Told a Tumblr feminist, “I’m like this ‘cause my mommy failed to hold me.”
No one consoles me, I'm consulting myself on matters
I know you’d love to call me Jaleel White meets Marshall Mathers, not realizing I'm playing characters
I'm not your "nice guy", nerd, or misogynist
I don't think I'm entitled to shit; calm your tits

[Hook]
We be reachin’ for a reason to say women be shoppin’
Women be reachin’ for a reason to say we are oppressive
Yes, I guess some days I figure I only want you for sex
And some days I want you for your fire body of intellect
And I’m just sayin’
I agree your perspective isn’t respected
But before you tell me mine, I’ll like to explain myself
It’s like… like...
Like, can I explain myself?
It’s like… like… like… like...

[Verse 2]
This signal is mixed up; do I ask if you even want a mixed drink?
Or do I just order you one in a big cup?
All of this room for a social hiccup
Should I sit and yell at my dick just for existing?
Facetious picking of straw from man
Eggshell slippers; maybe I should be off a Zan...
I don’t want to offend
I don’t want to impose
I don’t want to pretend
I just want to be me; I'm told that's a bad decision
What argument to side with, initiative or permission?
Closed mouths don't get fed, but I see you deal with dickheads pecking at your lips while you try to tell them to get lost, so I feel you
I'll sit, lead in my shoes, fingertips treading these keys
You're my Woman Crush Wednesday, I'm Eric Bischoff