[Verse]

Look, I know I just met you

But I wanna kidnap you so you don't meet the next dude

Or go back to your ex-dude, 'cause the stuff that you exude

I wanna bottle that up in a test tube

I gotta let you know that I'm broke

I've been in college for five years blowin' some smoke

And while you're swallowin' that

I've got to admit, I got no whip but I borrow my dad’s

I got like eighty thousand in loans

Summers at my mom's, I'm livin' at home

And I'm workin' in the kitchen (kitchen)

One step up from the dudes doin' dishes (dishes, dishes)

I know I sound like a loser

But I'm smart with the arts and guitars and computers

In high school, I was twenty-fifth in my class

And if I wanted, I could've been higher than that

But I was in the parkin' lot gettin' high in the back

Beers cracked, words spat, tryin' to rap

I kinda understand why you're cryin', in fact

I guess I would cry too if I was you

But for me you're an upgrade, what say we go through with it

For fuck's sake? You could make the cupcakes

On her first birthday, I could work Thursday to Thursday

I mean remember back at your place?

Then it's on the phone, yeah, tryin' to bone ya

Now we're gettin' grown, yeah, get the Cognac

Sorry, I'm just tryin' to lighten the mood

I can tighten my belt and get to lifin' with you

I'm sorry Ms. Jackson

I know I'm not the ballpark, tall dark, handsome you imagined

Mr. Magic Mike like dancin' in the pageant

But maybe I can try to mystify 'em with my rappin'

We're just some novices in our early twenties

The test is positive, I haven't known you many

Moons, but on this fine night in June

We decided that we should let the seed just bloom (boom)

And maybe I can teach our kid 'bout MF Doom

[Hook]

Ms., Ms., Ms. Jackson

Ms., Ms., Ms. Jackson

Ms., Ms., Ms. Jackson

Make it nasty

Ms., Ms., Ms. Jackson

Ms., Ms., Ms. Jackson

Ms., Ms., Ms. Jackson

Make it nasty