This is a song about "Keyboard sweaty autism hotpocket fedora spaghetti"

And hot dayscocking my heat shooting it sideways

Instead of waiting by your keyboard for me to turn a phrase,

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her

Maybe i'm only using a brain, keyboard and a cursor

But i need your faith in me, i'm a sucka for love

Her epidermis urgently sweaty like she was nervous

Palms are sweaty, i'm nervous.

Always knew where the pot was

Your face looks like an old bowl of spaghetti/

My kick game be making fifa envy

I hear you callin' me to come back, i'm a sucka for love

At stores they feed into me gettin all sweaty and nervous