You write the same nigga’s name in your notebook
You know the same one from class, the one you let smash
Now you see him round school and he won’t look
Now girl you is fine, ain’t no doubt about it
But why else you think he hit it and forgot about it
That’s cause your mind don’t match with your ass got
But cheer up you gotta be your own mascot
You see you’re looking for a man like you need somebody
Get your ass off of Twitter you could be somebody
A doctor, a rock star, baby live life
But you’d rather wet up all your pillows all night thinking

Even through the joy I feel the pain

Even in the sun I feel the rain

Even when I’m high I feel the lows

Like it’s all I know