This is a song about "Tell you no"

If we do the unthinkable would it make us look crazy

Say you could tell us all about it, no you couldn’t g,

And i snap like bob backlund in the booth

To tell you the motherfuckin' truth

And now, i'll tell you how

It's over, she got colder, now

I could tell you your perfect

Half your body laying on my chest

"sorry to tell you malcom

Dub a.l.e., still a son of a gun

I feel like quasimoto with all this shit on my shoulders

I ain't here to tell no stories or to bore you with a shit verse

And now, i'll tell you how

I need you right now