BULLOCKS! Go back, please enjoy your party, I'll be here Somewhere in the corner, under clouds of marijuana With this boy who's hopping, I can hardly hear Oh, with this music I don't listen to And I don't wanna get with you So tell my friends that I'll be over here So these are the places you go when you choose not to answer my texts Pull up to up and down, whip out that phone for the Instagram flex Click, click, she got a job for herself, but I know how she's spending them checks And don't worry, mama, there's no need to stress, I'ma get my respect Ooh, ah, get that respect, it's no flex, but you trust me, I'll give her what's next Ooh, ah, I ain't the prince when I'm in, but you know they be thinkin' I'm fresh Ooh, ah, sit in the cut in the club, the promoter be thinkin' I'm weird But go tell the mistress So tell my friends that I'll be over here Oh, oh, oh, yeah Oh, oh, oh, yeah Oh, I ask myself, what am I doing here Oh, oh, oh, yeah Oh, oh, oh, yeah And I can't wait till we can break apart in here Excuse me if I seem a little unimpressed with this An antisocial pessimist, but usually I don't mess with this And I know you mean only the best And your intentions aren't to bother me, but honestly, I'd rather be Somewhere with my people, we can kick it and just listen to some music with a message Like we usually do, and we'll discuss our big dreams How we plan to take over the planet So pardon my manners I hope you'll understand that I'll be here Not there in the kitchen with the girl who's always gossipin' About her friends, so tell them I'll be here Right next to the boy who's throwin' up Cause he can't take what's in his cup no more Oh God, why am I here Oh, oh, oh, yeah Oh, oh, oh, yeah Oh, I ask myself, what am I doing here Oh, oh, oh, yeah Oh, oh, oh, yeah And I can't wait till we can break up out of here I was later congregating next to the refrigerator Some girl talking bout a hater, she ain't got none How did it ever come to this, I shouldn't ever come to this So holler at me, I'll be in the car when you're done You still got fish in your wallet, you're not afraid And don't you try to get out of sleep Tryin' hard to be the boy So tell my people what the weather's like, baby And I'm standin' by the TV with my head in the air I'll be over there Oh, oh, oh, yeah Oh, oh, oh, yeah Oh, I ask myself, what am I doing here Oh, oh, oh, yeah Oh, oh, oh, yeah And I can't wait till we can break up out of here Outro