Friendzone Lyrics

It's over

I told ya

You put me in the friendzone, poser

This closure, is over

You're looking at another composer

Back at it looking for the one

I can't describe this fine looking lady hun

Scrolling down her pictures on her gram, but I ain't done

Lemme send a DM to this lovely baby cunt

So she could text back, I mean damn, I hope

Thirty minutes later got a ring ding on my phone

Hey, what's your name? But I don't care about your sign

I tell it how it is, but baby girl you so fine

So lemme know where you from, pick you up in time

Two weeks later got my arm down her spine

Can't believe we got a lot of shit intertwined

She the type to read and leave everything behind

She the type to nature explorer

Her favorite movies is horror

She doesn't look like a snorer

At this point I adore her

My mind's telling me scorer

She texts, I can't ignore her

And when we out, I restore her

By telling secrets before her, now

On her mind I'm a friend to her

Just another guy that cannot do her

Why I waste my time on these cunts, porra

She never said it from the start, should've said it sooner

I said it's over

I told ya

You put me in the friendzone, poser

This closure, is over

You're looking at another composer

Another victim on the scene

Ironic that the target of the story now is me

Beauty on this "sheesh" girl lookin' like a queen

So I come up to her, tell her who I be

My name is RUBEN, yeah I'm Ruben

I be half Bermudian

Talk in accent like a cuban

When we go out, she says

I don't eat no gluten

Should've been the first red flag fore I put in

She the type to get in cabanas

She wearing different bandannas

She still believes in a Santa

I think her first name is Hannah

I still don't wanna befriend her

Because I'm into her manners

I here her cry ho hosanna

And she don't look like a mannequin, now

On her mind I'm a friend to her

Just another guy that cannot do her

Why I waste my time on these cunts, porra

She never said it from the start, should've said it sooner

Imma expose 'em

Thought I told ya

Don't fuck up on a man's hopes up

Then he closes up

But he won't give up

Friendzone, fuck it I be throwing up

Flip it, I slip in the gate

She be stripping, I be feeling the feeling's the same

So I whip it, then I stick it, I stick in the cave

The clock is ticking I ain't picky I'm sipping her drink

So I'm looking at her sideways, tells me her birthday's in October

On Sunday's, she goes to church to become sober

Her body odor something I still cannot decode on her

I thought I told her my intuition is decompose her

Relax woman you know that I'm only kidding with ya

In fact, take a Xanax then come here to take a picture

I'm not talking IMAX but we can make after dinner

But she be looking at me like

Fucker, now who you kidding