I told my girl I'd stay faithful,
But days it feels wasteful
Placing face-fulls of females on waitlists if'n we fail
Save ‘em ‘til I'm free
Then I’mma play with dimes like lottery
Back scratching tickets, ‘cept like Seth, my back is where my dick is
Man, its ridiculous how they toppling
These bitches Fall at my feet like Autumn’s ottoman, all of them
Pandemonium when Tanch is rolling in
Floor these hoes, linoleum;
Tiles, but I treat ‘em like it's only them
Goalie-ing my own net to keep myself from scoring
Before I profess regret again
Professor Professorson, Kevin Corrigan
Still on my trail, though I ain't Oregon
Or I think, pour a drink, surely it's fine if I'm wasted
Wine tasting, so I fuck these girls Sideways and
I stay all in that body like I'm Paul Giamatti
Got it worse than confidence,
I’m third person omniscient;
Tell you now that something’s happening, even if I'm not in it

(Faithful to thee)
Man, I’m tryna stay monogamous
(Faithful to thee)
But now I’m making a monoga-mess
(Faithful to thee)
I guess the problem is…
(I’d like to be her very best friend)

I tell ‘em,
Easy does it, cousin, cause it's Inna City Tanchum
Yeezy warned us in Gorgeous, he meant to call it Handsome.. and some
Ladies cum crazy like I fucked ‘em in a porno
Bitches come to me, I ain't fucking with DiGiorno
Getting delivery, I killed chivalry
Dead as ever, but I still open doors, sesame
But just for me
I don't miss a fucking beat
Never sleep, yet I dream so big, my dick gets jealous sitting next to me
Couldn’t have missed it, could call me gifted
Levitating bitches, ‘cause my dick is a magician
Need an assistant…
Volunteer? Step up here, take a bow, while you're down, see if this'll fit in
No glove, no love? I know none of the above
Bitches smitten by my mittens
This the most vicious I ever written…
Before you give me shit for it, please listen, it's deliberate
I'm spitting all my worst thoughts on this verse just to get rid of it

I made mistakes and I'll man up to that
But as a man, sometimes stakes get trimmed like fat
Nah, I ain't think about later
My brain wasn't involved
Got complaints? I suggest you take ‘em up with my balls
Truth is we had a lot of problems we neglected to solve
I mean, we probably could have ‘fore I made a mess of it all
But that's the thing, we just kids, we ain't in the long haul
I take a long haul Pass
And hide from class in a stall
But now I fell into shit,
Slipped on the lid, like Monsters Inc.
I feel lousy, Mike Wazowski
But I ain't House, being a jerk don't work for our thing
I owe you more, you my best friend
In the end, that's the part I seem to keep on forgetting
My bad this track ain't laughing, the next one goes back in
But for now, just know I'm sorry about how things had to happened