[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

“Bro, Why am I trash?" Well, the world ends, ‘cause 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!” 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 exеcrate

Like El Chapo, a new world Fidеl Castro

No smoking hot heads, no tabasco

Like no lasso, you ain’t heard about

This type of beef, do not sink your teeth in

“Why don’t you pack your bags and leave then, genius?”

Well, it never gets back to my time to speak to say—

[Chorus (Condensed): Drapht]

Can we just chill, be nonchalant?

Let's take the leaf from the book of a Rasta, man

There’s 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

“Uh sexist much?” 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 X’s

"Uh... well, that's to be expected if you ask me”

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 can’t look through yours? Yeah, well, that’s a bit backwards isn’t 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

There’s always something wrong

Unless we doing exactly just what you want

But I ain’t your hobby, baby

No, I ain’t your model train

No, no, no, no

Ain't here to please your needs

And, no, I ain’t your model plane

No, no, no, no, no, no, no

[Verse 3: Complete, Bitter Belief, Drapht]

I was like, 'Please, babe, behave, I don’t want a clean shave

Everybody’s looking at us, why you gotta be strange?'

Late, 'cause she wouldn’t take the freeway

Now she’s tryna make me eat a salad on my b-day *Text Tone*

For Pete’s sake, what is it now?

What is it she assumes I ain’t being honest about?

What does she mean 'Who’s Monica?' I don’t know a Monica

Oh, she mean’s that Monica, wow

I swear she’s just a friend, "Okay, just a friend”

Now can this please never ever be discussed again? “Mate”

I never want us to end

But I ain’t one of them custom men, she thinks she’s such a ten

“She thinks she’s so unique," she thinks she’s all of that

*Ringtone* Monica, I’m gonna have to call ya back

“Haha, remember when she chased you with a steak knife?”

Bro, I better go, yo, it’s date night, great, right?

[Chorus: Drapht]

Can we just chill, be nonchalant?

Let's take the leaf from the book of a Rasta, man

There’s always something wrong

Unless we doing exactly just what you want

But I ain’t your hobby, baby

No, I ain’t your model train

No, no, no, no

Ain't here to please your needs

And, no, I ain’t your model plane

No, no, no, no, no, no, no