the cold breeze is arousing like the touch of a lover,
horny-19 is the pandemic,
hoe-moves communicable like a fever,
love traffic, this ain't no place for a geek.
curvy silhouettes lurking under streetlights,
body on body, like real life LEGO's,
muffled kisses going off are the fireworks,
hearts falling all around, fragile dominos.
this ain't my type of scene,
i need a manual for this type of thing,
how come everyone's vibing, like it's a stage play and they've spent hours rehearsing?
i wish i were in my room,
in sweatpants, jamming to some corny-ass tune,
and i can't help but hope, that i won't be grouped with those...
boring people,
look at me, I'm fashionable,
last night, i rocked a trench coat,
like a fair lass, i ooze class,
in no way, do i belong with....
boring people,
fine, i won't flirt in your back alley,
and i might read books at a sinful party,
will ditch gin shots, for a pint of juice,
i'm just here for the music.
you're just not cool enough, i'm certainly not boring.
you're just not deep enough, i'm definitely not boring.
noontime, they're all trickling in—gossip flowing like a river,
double dates and quadriple—swear i'm not some dead guy in the corner,
prefer music booming in my ears than listening to niggas gushing about Squid Game,
casino royale, don't show my cards off—playing my own game...
where i'm Batman, the dark knight—don't mingle much,
noting your kryptonite to haunt your front porch,
cause you mocked me at your party, for showing up with a bottle of soda,
i'm a trendsetter, you're the social alien—yoda,
so you have absolutely no stance, to group me with those...
boring people,
look at me, i'm fashionable,
last night, i rocked a trench coat,
like a fair lass, i ooze class,
in no way, do i belong with...
boring people,
fine, i won't flirt in your back alley,
and i might read books at a sinful party,
will ditch gin shots, for a pint of juice,
i'm just here for the food.
you're just not cool enough, I'm certainly not boring.
you're just not deep enough, I'm definitely not boring.