Basically by Melvin Burch Lyrics
[Hook]
[Verse 1]
I guess I’m back at square one; the square one
Workin' to push him out the triangle, so we can become a pair
Dumb
Shout out all my labor fruit; squeeze it, you’ll get Haterade
Love Game Sabretooth; ex men, stay away
You know I be insecure, dude, you ain’t allowed to be into her
I’m out here tryina’ teddy bear, don’t make me get blood in my fur
I’m still a bear, dummy
Maybe that’s why she scared of me
On second thought, no-brainer
But for you, there’s no danger, I swear, I just don’t:
[Hook]
[Verse 2]
Okay, I guess, I made a mess, okay, in fact, I know I did
Stalked myself into a coffin, I’m hopin’ you open lids
Like the store manager, like a pickle jar handler, like...
Okay, enough with goofy similes, I’m beggin’ for a second chance, resurrection, press continue, let me sum up
I’m saying, only if you’re down to, toss a 1-UP
I was 17, deficient in know-how
Yeah, I know how, right now, this all sounds pretty low-brow
But I just wanna be casual
You’re not an audition, I won’t act for you
Treatin' this more like a tryout
Come as I am, and just find out
You could cut me; block me like "Get that weak game out mein house!"
I’ll fade away like Dirk; I won’t force that bratwurst
Pardon all this German
Blurrin' lines on this white page, these rap lanes, I be swerving
But my language is certain
Watch; I’ll put a lil’ English on it
You don’t know a human like me, I know it
Can’t say I know if we’ll last, but momentarily?
I just wanna be alone with...
You
[Hook]
[Verse 1]
I guess I’m back at square one; the square one
Workin' to push him out the triangle, so we can become a pair
Dumb
Shout out all my labor fruit; squeeze it, you’ll get Haterade
Love Game Sabretooth; ex men, stay away
You know I be insecure, dude, you ain’t allowed to be into her
I’m out here tryina’ teddy bear, don’t make me get blood in my fur
I’m still a bear, dummy
Maybe that’s why she scared of me
On second thought, no-brainer
But for you, there’s no danger, I swear, I just don’t:
[Hook]
[Verse 2]
Okay, I guess, I made a mess, okay, in fact, I know I did
Stalked myself into a coffin, I’m hopin’ you open lids
Like the store manager, like a pickle jar handler, like...
Okay, enough with goofy similes, I’m beggin’ for a second chance, resurrection, press continue, let me sum up
I’m saying, only if you’re down to, toss a 1-UP
I was 17, deficient in know-how
Yeah, I know how, right now, this all sounds pretty low-brow
But I just wanna be casual
You’re not an audition, I won’t act for you
Treatin' this more like a tryout
Come as I am, and just find out
You could cut me; block me like "Get that weak game out mein house!"
I’ll fade away like Dirk; I won’t force that bratwurst
Pardon all this German
Blurrin' lines on this white page, these rap lanes, I be swerving
But my language is certain
Watch; I’ll put a lil’ English on it
You don’t know a human like me, I know it
Can’t say I know if we’ll last, but momentarily?
I just wanna be alone with...
You
[Hook]