Not my man

Chorus:

Picking on me everyday, calling me bae

Looking merked, you big fat jerk

I want a classic man, not a washed up man

A man with a job, that's not a snob

 

Verse 1:

I wake up 5:30 am, to you shouting like excuse me do I give a dam.

Getting ready for work, and you chilling on the couch you big headed jerk.

Saying we are going out for dinner tonight, where do you want to go and grab a bite

I'm like excuse me listen I got a job, unlike you chilling in the house you big fat snob.

Looking for the keys to my car, and you looking like you ready to go out to the bar.

Your jeans below your hip, giving the waitstress a tip

Giving her some googly eyes, I decided to go kick you in your thy

After a couple drinks or two, you started to call me boo

I'm like please honey, stop being a bunny

You look at me like I'm crazy, I look at you like you are lazy

I leave the bar to go to my car

I get home all a lone, packed your stuff and left it at the door by the kitchen floor.