[Verse 1: Drapht, Complete, Bitter Belief]
Okay
Ah, bro
Last night I had to sleep on the couch with the cat
She started calling me Oscar The Grouch, like I was
Hanging with trash, but I was hanging with Sheldon
âBro, Why am I trash?" Well, the world ends, âcause you keep
Paying out her girlfriend Stacey, paying out
Like she was on welfare with a baby, "Dude
She is on welfare with a baby!â Oh, mate, maybe she is
But I am the one that cops it like Jay-Z in a lift
When it elevates, I need to make an escape
I need a light at the end of the tunnel see me exДcrate
Like El Chapo, a new world FidДl Castro
No smoking hot heads, no tabasco
Like no lasso, you ainât heard about
This type of beef, do not sink your teeth in
âWhy donât you pack your bags and leave then, genius?â
Well, it never gets back to my time to speak to sayâ
[Chorus (Condensed): Drapht]
Can we just chill, be nonchalant?
Let's take the leaf from the book of a Rasta, man
Thereâs always something wrong
Unless we doing exactly just what you want
[Verse 2: Bitter Belief, Complete, Drapht]
See, I remember being two peas in a pod
Back when making her happy was an easier job
But lately she's been needy because she's been reading a blog
That says every guy is just a cheat and a dog
âUh sexist much?â How's she gonna use
The same damn brush for the rest of us?
And she said, 'Oh, you wanna talk? Let's discuss
The fact that you been hitting all ya exes up!'
Yeah, she's mad, 'cause she knows I text two of my exes
But I didn't even end my text to 'em with Xâs
"Uh... well, that's to be expected if you ask meâ
But, man, these are friendships she never contested in the past
"Damn, sounds like some hard work"
I swear to God this girl is getting on my last nerve
It's funny how she always wants to know my passwords
Then she gets defensive whenever I ask hers
[Interlude: Drapht]
Hmm, okay, well, yeah, you can look through my phone, but I canât look through yours? Yeah, well, thatâs a bit backwards isnât it? Okay, cool. Yeah, sick...
It's like 'One, two, three, let's go
[Chorus: Drapht]
Can we just chill, be nonchalant?
Let's take the leaf from the book of a Rasta, man
Thereâs always something wrong
Unless we doing exactly just what you want
But I ainât your hobby, baby
No, I ainât your model train
No, no, no, no
Ain't here to please your needs
And, no, I ainât your model plane
No, no, no, no, no, no, no
[Verse 3: Complete, Bitter Belief, Drapht]
I was like, 'Please, babe, behave, I donât want a clean shave
Everybodyâs looking at us, why you gotta be strange?'
Late, 'cause she wouldnât take the freeway
Now sheâs tryna make me eat a salad on my b-day *Text Tone*
For Peteâs sake, what is it now?
What is it she assumes I ainât being honest about?
What does she mean 'Whoâs Monica?' I donât know a Monica
Oh, she meanâs that Monica, wow
I swear sheâs just a friend, "Okay, just a friendâ
Now can this please never ever be discussed again? âMateâ
I never want us to end
But I ainât one of them custom men, she thinks sheâs such a ten
âShe thinks sheâs so unique," she thinks sheâs all of that
*Ringtone* Monica, Iâm gonna have to call ya back
âHaha, remember when she chased you with a steak knife?â
Bro, I better go, yo, itâs date night, great, right?
[Chorus: Drapht]
Can we just chill, be nonchalant?
Let's take the leaf from the book of a Rasta, man
Thereâs always something wrong
Unless we doing exactly just what you want
But I ainât your hobby, baby
No, I ainât your model train
No, no, no, no
Ain't here to please your needs
And, no, I ainât your model plane
No, no, no, no, no, no, no