Ain’t no love

Uh, uh, uh, uh da da ah
Uh, uh, yeah

Why you so picky but you never choosing?
Keep the gassy in the Dickies, nah
I never lose it
And the past is kinda shitty
I'm a better student
Check the roof, the sun in my pencil booming
The son is proof, but the depression fusing
This pressure new, hard, sir
Reject the rubric been a clever youth
Martyr if I led the movement
Ain't a thing I can't refuse (Facts)
With my moms, that type of stress is soothing
Really wrapped around your arm
While the weather gruesome
Blue ribbons in my palms
When it get confusing in the storm
That's when the war about to be concluded
It carried on through the harm
See how we commuted
We clearly won (We clearly, we clearly won)
We clearly won

Can I put on something?
Ooh, uh, this is my song, ah
Don't play with me right now this is my jam
What? Oh, yes, ayy you like this song?
Ah, aight, go girl, sing it what? Hah
Well, how 'bout we listen to it
Let them sing it ha ha haha