Mr. McAdams
You don't even care about me
Tell me why I care about you
This ain't the movies, but I think that you're the one
Rachel, let me be your Mr. McAdams (Mr. McAdams)
Rachel, they gon' call me Mr. McAdams (Mr. McAdams)
I'll take your name girl, facts
It's insanely farfetched
I ain't playing, why you think I've been rapping?
To be Mr. McAdams, say yes
Don't lie to me, don't lie to me, don't lie
You think I'm fucking sick
You think I lost my shit
You think I'm weird AF
But that endearing freckle upon your chin is too much
I got a freckle on my face too, I know you've dated Taylor Kitsch (huh)
And I know you've seen Ryan Gosling's dick (skrrt)
Oh, girl, I don't know it all, girl
I just wanna take you to a ball, have a ball girl
Valet will call me Mr. McAdams
Rachel, they gon' call me Mr. McAdams
I'll take your name girl, facts
It's insanely farfetched
I ain't playing, why you think I've been rapping?
To be Mr. McAdams, say yes (hey, hey, hey)
Are you a blonde or brunette?
You pull 'em both off like socks in a bed (hey)
Notebook even had a little bit of red (true)
I don't why I'm telling you why about your hair (uh)
You would know best, you was there, it's your hair (stupid)
Girl, I confess that I suck dick (ayy)
Not suck dick like gave head (nah)
I'm just bad at doing this shit (ayy)
Girl, just let me prove that I'm him (please)
Heard you're 5'4"
I bet you ain't even know that's my ideal height (ayy)
I'm six foot (ay), eh, 5'11", I'm 5'10" (oh)
Friends say I'm funny (yeah)
And I got fans too so I can relate to this being off-putting (sorry)
But I just know you'd like what I could give (swerve)
Imagine guac without no chips (ooh)
Imagine me up at your door (ayy)
Out of nowhere, what would you say?
What would we do? (Ayy) Probably be weird
Too much buildup (uh), too much presh
Or maybe we would fuck like rabbits
Maybe I'm your Brad Pitt
Fuck Brad Pitt, don't think about him
Mr. McAdams (Mr. McAdams)
Rachel, they gon' call me Mr. McAdams (Mr. McAdams)
I'll take your name girl, facts
It's insanely farfetched
I ain't playing, why you think I've been rapping?
To be Mr. McAdams, say yes
You don't even care about me
Tell me why I care about you
This ain't the movies, but I think that you're the one
Rachel, let me be your Mr. McAdams (McAdams)
Tell me why I care about you
This ain't the movies, but I think that you're the one
Rachel, let me be your Mr. McAdams (Mr. McAdams)
Rachel, they gon' call me Mr. McAdams (Mr. McAdams)
I'll take your name girl, facts
It's insanely farfetched
I ain't playing, why you think I've been rapping?
To be Mr. McAdams, say yes
Don't lie to me, don't lie to me, don't lie
You think I'm fucking sick
You think I lost my shit
You think I'm weird AF
But that endearing freckle upon your chin is too much
I got a freckle on my face too, I know you've dated Taylor Kitsch (huh)
And I know you've seen Ryan Gosling's dick (skrrt)
Oh, girl, I don't know it all, girl
I just wanna take you to a ball, have a ball girl
Valet will call me Mr. McAdams
Rachel, they gon' call me Mr. McAdams
I'll take your name girl, facts
It's insanely farfetched
I ain't playing, why you think I've been rapping?
To be Mr. McAdams, say yes (hey, hey, hey)
Are you a blonde or brunette?
You pull 'em both off like socks in a bed (hey)
Notebook even had a little bit of red (true)
I don't why I'm telling you why about your hair (uh)
You would know best, you was there, it's your hair (stupid)
Girl, I confess that I suck dick (ayy)
Not suck dick like gave head (nah)
I'm just bad at doing this shit (ayy)
Girl, just let me prove that I'm him (please)
Heard you're 5'4"
I bet you ain't even know that's my ideal height (ayy)
I'm six foot (ay), eh, 5'11", I'm 5'10" (oh)
Friends say I'm funny (yeah)
And I got fans too so I can relate to this being off-putting (sorry)
But I just know you'd like what I could give (swerve)
Imagine guac without no chips (ooh)
Imagine me up at your door (ayy)
Out of nowhere, what would you say?
What would we do? (Ayy) Probably be weird
Too much buildup (uh), too much presh
Or maybe we would fuck like rabbits
Maybe I'm your Brad Pitt
Fuck Brad Pitt, don't think about him
Mr. McAdams (Mr. McAdams)
Rachel, they gon' call me Mr. McAdams (Mr. McAdams)
I'll take your name girl, facts
It's insanely farfetched
I ain't playing, why you think I've been rapping?
To be Mr. McAdams, say yes
You don't even care about me
Tell me why I care about you
This ain't the movies, but I think that you're the one
Rachel, let me be your Mr. McAdams (McAdams)
Credits
Writer(s): Alexander Coburn Goodwin, David Burd, Benny Blanco, Sydney Swift
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