Somethin'Wrong
Tell me you ain’t with that dude on your side
And I don’t mean this to be rude when I rhyme…but
Tell me you ain’t doing that dude on your side
If it’s true then there’s something going wrong around here.
She got a thing for them white boys. You know...thin, emo, tight clothes. Looking uncomfortable like they're walking on a tight rope. And I’m wondering, when she’s gonna see the light, ‘cos none of these hipsters, are ever gonna treat her right. Seriously, you’re kidding me…’Cos really g? You think he’s so appealing in his neon green, skinny jeans? And most definitely his style is in question, because there’s gotta be something, wrong if his v-neck reach the bottom of his belly button. Is your type really guys that steal the swag of Justin Bieber? Or maybe it’s the shoes…I mean, maybe I have to be a hypebeast, start rocking Nike’s, with a clean fit white tee…then I could get a girl to like me. I mean, I’m honestly sorry that I don’t look like someone out of Twilight. But you see, I’m not the type to white lie, but for every girl I’m the farthest from the right type. Instead…I work to be that highlight, when you reflect on your day by your nightlight, forget about a nightlife I’ll spend my 10 o’clock’s tryna handwrite, a message out to you hoping that in hindsight, you change your preferences for the nice guy.
Tell me you ain’t with that dude on your side
And I don’t mean this to be rude when I rhyme…but
Tell me you ain’t doing that dude on your side
If it’s true then there’s something going wrong around here.
If it ain’t them then she’s into those artist types. You know, Nikon’s and flashing lights. Playing guitars singing songs they write…just to feed the hype. And just because of that, girls think they’re super nice…Then maybe I should learn to sing and sit in front of a camera. Pluck strings, just sing and hope that some girl out there will fall for an amateur. But if that’s the case, I ain’t mad at cha. ‘Cos I’m thinking maybe it works for poets too, though compared to these guys I’m 0-2. Then there’s jocks and thugs too, so tell me what the hell am I supposed to do? ‘Cos when I see girls like you, I start getting butterflies. Then I think to myself, what ever happened to the funny guy, the friend that listens to you all the time, or the type of dude that’s just kinda shy? Guys that just get pushed aside…then y’all complain the good guys are in short supply!? ‘Cos I understand that preference can be accountable, and finding Mr. Right is a different kind of animal, but you're dating a guy with the ego of 20 cantaloupes, that's just plain horny...antelope, a douche in Abercrombie & Fitch gear, cocky ass dudes the opposite of sincere, now I’m not hating but there’s something wrong with this shit here.
Tell me you ain’t with that dude on your side
And I don’t mean this to be rude when I rhyme…but
Tell me you ain’t doing that dude on your side
If it’s true then there’s something going wrong around here.
See those kinds of guys, are alright but girls only see what they act like…they’re cast members. But in actuality, they’re probably ass wipes…with bad tempers. But getting y’all to see what I see…I probably have a better chance at beating up Brock Lesnar, going to China and slow dancing with the last emperor, getting Bob Marley to chant white power with some clan members or catching a Squirtle and teaching it the attack Ember.
Because I’ve learned that I’m usually Ned Flanders, the TOO nice type. And ever since my first rhyme, I’ve spent way too much time, trying to get a verse right. ‘Cos on stage and on the tracks I’m like Raiden from Mortal Kombat, Atilla the Hun riding in from horseback, tsunamis and tornadoes on the forecast, and repeatedly getting kicked in the ballsac. But with girls I’m more like cold lemonade on a sunny day, chick flicks on a Saturday starring Anne Hathaway, and phone conversations at 4AM staying wide awake.
But when I meet that girl so perfect she could make heaven wait, and thinking about her almost makes me levitate, I always seem hesitate like a midget taking on a heavyweight. Then she has me down in with a line like limbo, killed the last chunk of my ego, traits left me feeling incomplete…Sisqo, so I took my nice guy attributes and threw them out the window.