AITA

AITA, am I the asshole?
When I hit it keep my shoes and my pants on
When I finish, I be sprinting out the back door
Seen her man on the couch, "See you later, bro"
It's funny right across the street, I got another hoe
Sweet and juicy double D's like some cantaloupes
She wanna be my wifey, but we can't elope
This episode is not a series, it's a standalone

Ooh, am I the asshole? Ooh (ooh)
Ooh, am I the asshole? Ooh

Respectfully, only time I think about you
And it's sexually, not afraid to shoot blanks, I got a vasectomy
Oh, your name was Melanie? I thought it was Stephanie
Both of y'all look the same to me, respectfully

Say, I'm good for nothing, you can never say I'm bluffing
Hit the strip and blow the budget, hit the label, they refund it
Chase account, got seven digits but it still don't make a difference
I can pay to numb the pain, but I cannot pay to fix it, no, no

Ooh, am I the asshole? Ooh (ooh)
Ooh, am I the asshole? Ooh
(Maybe I'm the asshole)
Ooh, am I the asshole? Ooh
(Maybe I'm the asshole)
Ooh, am I the asshole? Ooh
(Maybe I'm the asshole)

(Maybe I'm the asshole)
(Maybe I'm the asshole)

Looking in the mirror, I don't know what I've become
I'm afraid I forget how to love
'Cause I would always be this young
Will they love me? Will they hate me when I'm gone? (Gone)
Will they hate me when I'm gone? (Gone)

'Cause maybe I'm the asshole (asshole, asshole)
Maybe I'm the asshole (asshole, asshole)



Credits
Writer(s): Ajay Bhattacharyya, David Charles Fischer, William Henry Schultz
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