[Verse 1]

I keep hearing it

They won't let me be

All day, don't say

(Don't say)

Do you wanna sip too

(I'm sipping)

All they wanna do is be in

Asking me, do you want to bleat too

(Not me)

I'm smoking some good weed

(Good weed)

I smoke some when I'm down

(Never down)

I promise I got a degree

(I got a degree) (Don't worry, we could still hit it)

You don't need to be this hot

Unless you are my baby girl

(Baby girl)

Planning to give me a little baby girl

(Baby girl)

That could be yeah, Doja Cat

But I'm not sitting

On it, man in, my shine is not matte

I'm losing my class on the sheet

I had a bash

And I felt it was the end of my

Disease, talk about it now

(Talk about it)

Peasy, are you here, do you listen now

(Ever easy)

Who is he? They don't know it is Frith

(She could talk on)

Bail, another hour, get me

(I'm listening)

Just discover it in here

Nana, I took a little shot

That don't really mean that

It's nothing on Troubadour

How many poetry, you manning, you ever read

I hope you're long dead

(it don't really matter, you know, they could just keep on talking, like, I don't really have a problem with a critic, or someone who is yet to give in to their really naughty cravings.)

I don't sweat the big stuff

Only the little

'cause I'm acting with a beetle

And I'm hitting

We know one's favourite