Drapht, Complete, Bitter Belief - Model Plane lyrics

Okay ah, 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
"Bro, 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 exеcrate
Like El Chapo, a new world Fidеl 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?
Let's 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's been needy because
She's 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 said, '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 text two of my exes
But, I didn't even end my
Text to 'em with X’s "Uh well
That's the be expected if you ask me"
But, 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
It's funny how she always wants
To know my passwords
Then she gets defensive whenever I ask hers

Hmm, okay, well, yeah, 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
It's like 'One, two, three, let's go

Can we just chill, be nonchalant?
Let's take the leaf from the book of a Rasta
Man there’s always something wrong
Unless we doing exactly just what you want
But, I ain’t your hobby, baby
No, I ain’t your model train no, no, no, no
Ain't here to 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 text Tone
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
"Haha, 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?
Let's take the leaf from the book of a Rasta
Man there’s always something wrong
Unless we doing exactly just what you want
But, I ain’t your hobby, baby
No, I ain’t your model train no, no, no, no
Ain't here to please, your needs
And, no, I ain’t your model plane
No, no, no, no, no, no, no