Dirt Boy
Hey Slim, I want an electric dishwasher
We don't have any dishes
But if I want one
I know I am a mess and
I don't know how to dress and
I always say I guess and
I'm president of stress land
Little too obsessive
It's actually impressive
I try to be transgressive
Instead, I'm so depressive
Stay up on the internet
Typing out the alphabet
Watching movies so upset
Now I need a cigarette
Cryin in my shower
Wearing dirty clothes
Red eyes, white powder
Underneath my nose
Dirt Boy
Dirt Boy
Gullible like
Burnt troy
Dirt Boy
Dirt Boy
Dirty, flirty, nerdy, joy
D-d-d-dirty boy
Someone cute could come my way
Lovin my aesthetic: gray
Brown, green and earthy tones
Music is just blurry drones
I love when they love that shit
When they aren't afraid of grit
Chattin philosophic-shit
Makes 'em wanna fuck me. Lit
Dirt Boy
Dirt Boy
Gullible like
Burnt troy
Dirt Boy
Dirt Boy
Dirty, flirty, nerdy, joy
D-d-d-dirty boy
But this dirt boy falls in love
Hits me hard: a boxing glove
I am undeserving of
Someone clean, just like a dove
If she mess with grimy stuff
From my cig, she'll take a puff
Trade me in for someone buff
'Cuz this dirt boy's not enough
Alright. Let's keep it going
So I go back to my room
Then turn the lights off like a tomb
Youtube on with dab pen fumes
Sulking in eternal gloom
Dirt Boy
Dirt Boy
Gullible like
Burnt troy
Dirt Boy
Dirt Boy
Dirty, flirty, nerdy, joy
D-d-d-dirty boy
We don't have any dishes
But if I want one
I know I am a mess and
I don't know how to dress and
I always say I guess and
I'm president of stress land
Little too obsessive
It's actually impressive
I try to be transgressive
Instead, I'm so depressive
Stay up on the internet
Typing out the alphabet
Watching movies so upset
Now I need a cigarette
Cryin in my shower
Wearing dirty clothes
Red eyes, white powder
Underneath my nose
Dirt Boy
Dirt Boy
Gullible like
Burnt troy
Dirt Boy
Dirt Boy
Dirty, flirty, nerdy, joy
D-d-d-dirty boy
Someone cute could come my way
Lovin my aesthetic: gray
Brown, green and earthy tones
Music is just blurry drones
I love when they love that shit
When they aren't afraid of grit
Chattin philosophic-shit
Makes 'em wanna fuck me. Lit
Dirt Boy
Dirt Boy
Gullible like
Burnt troy
Dirt Boy
Dirt Boy
Dirty, flirty, nerdy, joy
D-d-d-dirty boy
But this dirt boy falls in love
Hits me hard: a boxing glove
I am undeserving of
Someone clean, just like a dove
If she mess with grimy stuff
From my cig, she'll take a puff
Trade me in for someone buff
'Cuz this dirt boy's not enough
Alright. Let's keep it going
So I go back to my room
Then turn the lights off like a tomb
Youtube on with dab pen fumes
Sulking in eternal gloom
Dirt Boy
Dirt Boy
Gullible like
Burnt troy
Dirt Boy
Dirt Boy
Dirty, flirty, nerdy, joy
D-d-d-dirty boy
Credits
Writer(s): Tommy Von Gloom
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