Jarrett Sorko - I'm Awkward lyrics

[Verse 1] Yo, spent my dough got stoned ordered bread sticks Saturday night all alone watching Netflix Smurfs, got me aroused and Now my laptop's open and I'm private browsing With the volume at a mutter cause I'm living with my mother I've been watching so much p**n I'd recognize a fluffer Not a bada** mothaf**a, black dudes never call me brother When I Instagram my food hashtag dollar menu supper Cause I'm broke bro, got no dough I'd go down on a dude for milk, no h*mo Yeahhh. And when I try to flirt It's about as s**y as a fat dude in a skirt So even when I'm hammered like the enemies of Thor Talking to me is weird like a dialogue in p**n Cause I lack the for innovation for just simple conversation And I've got a reputation that in every situation [Chorus] I'm awkward, I'm awkward I'll shake your hand like I'm trying to meet a lobster Oh, I'm awkward, I'm awkward When I dance it's like I'm not the father I'm awkward, I'm awkward This isn't even swagger this is just bad posture Awkward, I'm awkward When I try to speech I wrong word [Verse 2] It's that scrawny white dude looking like broke Ellen With a spikey hairdo that'd make a boy band jealous See me lacking with appeal like cut up cubes of melon And when I'm s**ting with a chick I'm more focused on the spelling Yeahh, a proper grammar rapper Making more girls fake it than an Asian p**no actor So gurl, let me offer an apology I just learned you could climax when I Googled ‘gynaecology' I'm awkward after s** like buying Plan B I'd have to be adopted if I want a Grammy But I've got a dope flow, like puff puff pa** bro Looking like a serial k**er, every photo Same s** game as a Christian rock ba**ist That's why I end up creeping on your photos from vacation And to make masturbation more realistic I imagine your face disappointed when I finish [Chorus] [Verse 1] Walk into the club cop some OJ on the rocks I'm only popping bottles if they're Baby Bottle Pops I can barely even talks when I'm trying to flirt with hoes Using words that I don't know just to sound more juxtaposed Cause it's hard to keep it street when you cry yourself to sleep And you're only scoring baskets if they come with sh** to eat With my feminine physique, just like seven days I'm weak Got Adele up on my iPod and that sh** is on repeat I mean I even get afraid when I buy weed dude Usually being a p**y like cheap Chinese food Cause I got my muscles from my mama I'd even get my a** kicked if I fought Rihanna A weird a** guy who let's his freak flag fly Even awkward when I rhyme, yo, freak flag fly? So I'ma end this verse like it's banter on a date And start to pander off cause I don't know what to say [Pre-Chorus] So umm… the uhh… the, the weather's uhh… changing? [Chorus] [Outro] Oh, I'm awkward, I'm awkward This song doesn't have an ending I'm awkward, I'm awkward?