[Hook: Raspy Taylor]
Oh my God
Holy damn
I feel like the f**ing man
(X4)
[Verse 1: Raspy Taylor]
I feel like the man
You feel like a clown
Your girl got the red nose
Word around town
Word around twitter is I'm 'bout to get her
I'm a go getter
Even better
Telling me you strapped up like a light up sketcher
Yeah I betcha
But I bet that Super Soaker goes off
And I'm 'bout to get off'd right?
You needed that 'cause your girl never got off right
I needed something co*ky 'cause
I've been making sad songs
Those 'don't think twice before you call your girl' songs
Those 2 or 3AM songs
[Hook: Raspy Taylor]
Oh my God
Holy damn
I feel like the f**ing man
(X4)
[Verse 2: Raspy Taylor]
Baby will you be my therapist
I'm never good at this
I know you see me ballin'
But for real girl
Yeah I'm stallin'
Like I'm a hundred-thousand miles from my oil change
I need a change
Don't send me to no shooting range
I'm telling you because you're in my lane
Because you got that brain
You made it to and Ivy League without a D1 league
Please, I bet you say that that was easy
Such a breezy, not Brown
Maybe Harvard, I forget
Tell me when you jet, girl
Remember when we met, girl
You stole my favorite hoodie, Earl
Your hair was all messed up, girl
So lost in the world
A dark and twisted fantasy
Baby I can see
You make me feel like the man
Tell me was that your whole plan?
Gamer like Dan
Proper grammar like Dave
And she tells me not to shave
Ride the wave
Ride the wa-a-a-a-a-ave
(Ah)
[Hook: Raspy Taylor]
Oh my God
Holy damn
I feel like the f**ing man
(X4)