Wake up like what happened
In a bed next to your friend
Thursday night feeling more like the weekend
But that's old new what's right with today
Waking up with regret like the rent you'll never be able to pay
All because you set out on a journey to make her your bae
I hate that word, the bane of our language
So easily manipulating words to create another's anguish
I thought it was bad enough when random white girls tried to learn Spanish
From all this Reggaeton and fast living and not caring what you're hearing
All I want to do is love, but you all lost that capability and feeling...
The story doesn't end just because it's my last rhyme you got time sit down and let me give you some of mine
Let me tell you what this is really about
Y'all calling people thirsty when there's a drought
I don't understand this assimilation are you seeking it out?
They say just be you, and that's scarcity nowadays
Finding who you are is a **** maze that nobody wants to navigate