[Verse 1]

Two broke blokes

Sitting on a couch within a house

Telling tales about this girl called Doja

Getting rolled up, she was so gorgeous

Nude with a click

That did the trick

Well, she came around half past two

With an attitude

To see this short dude

Pretty smile, I'm cute

That day built my latitude

Babe tore my dream in two

She left me after two weeks

With love in my mind

And sperm in my balls

Looking for distractions

In girls, no captions

And I caught a few dances

Chances are free classes dismissed

Go out and learn what you hate, like and love

First time I went fishing no hooks

Just my good looks

Charismatic smile

Meanwhile, I picked up a new instrument

Ensuring path is muddy

Isolated by these projects process

I learned and progressed

Grinding, binding, blending genres

Singing, shouting, punching wall us

Yelling this is not your house Sammy

Discombobulated Jonny

Mediocre and poor

Corazon no pork

Fantano plant more

I'll outshine that woman

[Chorus]

Sorry

Apologies

Feel bad for what I did

Jesus Christ, I am not

Looking for sincerity

Just a D will distract me

Sorry

Apologies

I feel bad for what I said

Jesus Christ I was not

Thinking clearly with my head

Something I was not that good at

[Post-Chorus]

This ain't what you want

This ain't what you want

This ain't what you want

This ain't what you want

[Verse 2]

Two broke blokes

Sitting on a couch within a house

Telling tales about this girl called Lisa

Took her clothes off, what a damn season

Ayy ayy ayy ayy

[Interlude]

Young and dumb, I used my thumb a lot

Tap, pity tap, the tip is really all I got

Looking for fun, sun burn bruhs drinks I'm happy

A life imagined, king come in

[Verse 3]

Writing lyrics like they're

Hieroglyphics matter

Real interpretation

Comes from he who flipped pyramids

Dumb and dumber, aware

Both characters, I was

Scripts are amplifications

Of what could've occurred