Jonathan Wyman - Ms. Jackson lyrics

[Verse] Look, I know I just met you But I wanna kidnap you so you don't meet the next dude Or go back to your ex-dude ‘Cause the stuff that you exude I wanna bottle that up in a test tube I gotta let you know that I'm broke I've been in college for five years blowin' some smoke And while you're swallowin' that I got to admit, I got no whip but I borrow my dad's I got like 80,000 in loans Summers at my moms, I'm livin' at home And I'm workin' in the kitchen, kitchen One step up from the dudes doin' dishes, dishes, dishes I know I sound like a loser But I'm smart with the arts and guitars and computers In high school, I was 25th in my cla** And if I wanted, I could've been higher than that But I was in the parkin' lot gettin' high in the back Beers cracked words spat, tryin' to rap Kinda understand why you're cryin', in fact I guess I would cry too if I was you But for me you're an upgrade, what say We go through with it? For f**'s sake You could make the cupcakes on her first birthday I could work Thursday to Thursday I mean remember back at your place? Then it's on the phone yeah, tryin' to bone ya Now we're getting' grown yeah, get the Cognac Sorry, I'm just tryin' to lighten the mood I could tighten my belt and get to lifin' with you I'm sorry Ms. Jackson I know I'm not the ball park, tall dark, handsome you imagined Mr. Magic Mike like dancin' in the pageant But maybe I can try to mystify ‘em with my rappin' We're just some novices in our early twenties The test is positive, I haven't owed you many Moons, but on this fine night in June We decided that we should let the seed just bloom And maybe I can teach her kid ‘bout MF Doom [Hook] (x2) Ms., Ms., Ms. Jackson Ms., Ms., Ms. Jackson Ms., Ms., Ms. Jackson Make it nasty