Model Plane - Drapht, Complete, Bitter Belief

Oh 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, «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 execrate like El Chapo

A new world Fidel 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

Can we just chill be nonchalant

Lets take the leaf from the book of a Rasta man

There’s always something wrong

Unless we doing exactly just what you want

See I remember being two peas in a pod

Back when making her happy was an easier job

But lately she been needy because she 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’s like '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 texted two of my exes

But I didn’t even end my text to em with X’s

«Well that’s the be expected if you ask me!»

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

Funny how she always wants to know my passwords

Then she gets defensive whenever I ask hers!

Hmm okay, well, yeah, so 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

Can we just chill be nonchalant

Lets take the leaf from the book of a Rasta man

There’s always something wrong

Unless we doing exactly just what you want

But ain’t your hobby baby

No I ain’t your Model Train

No, no, no, no

I will not please your needs

And no I ain’t your model plane

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

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

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»

Monica, I’m gonna have to call ya back

«Remember when she chased you with a steak knife?»

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

Can we just chill be nonchalant

Lets take the leaf from the book of a Rasta man

There’s always something wrong

Unless we doing exactly just what you want

But ain’t your hobby baby

No I ain’t your Model Train

No, no, no, no

I will not please your needs

And no I ain’t your model plane

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