Songtext
Uh, uh, uh, uh
Da-da-ah
Uh, uh, yeah
Why you so picky but you never choosing?
Keep the gassy in the Dickies, nah, I never lose it
And the past is kinda shitty, I'm a better student
Check the rules, the sun in my pencil booming
The sun is proof, but the depression fusing
This pressure new, hard, sir, reject the rubric
Been a clever youth, martyr if I led the movement
Ain't a thing I can't refuse (Facts)
With my moms, that type of stress is soothing
Really wrapped around your arm while the weather gruesome
Blue ribbons in my palms when it get confusing
In the storm, that's when the war about to be concluded
It carried on through the harm, see how we commuted
We clearly won (We clearly, we clearly won)
We clearly won
Can I put on something?
Ooh, uh, this is my song, ah
Don't play with me right now
This is my jam
What? Oh, yes, ayy
You like this song?
Ah, aight, go girl, sing it
What? Hah
Well, how 'bout we listen to it, let them sing it
Hahahaha
