[INTRO — upbeat, confident] I feel stupid, like a whiny bitch, Seems Cupid thinks I’m already rich. "Why me?" I need to scratch this sexual itch [VERSE 1 — fast, playful] I get it, with everything we got on our plate, Me being horny—yeah, I should wait. But don’t let this fill you with hate, My feelings shouldn’t be up for debate. I’m selfish in what I’m trying to create, In need of something better than great. I try to make these feelings deflate, It’s frustrating when I try to initiate Once Again you slam shut the gate. I tell myself “wait,” Try and masturbate, But crave being able to connect, So I deflect, Focus on lack of respect. Decide to pay for a date— And my dick won’t even inflate. Man, I can’t seem to catch a break! [VERSE 2 — swagger, ironic] I lived life like a low-key superstar, More with pussy and cocaine than drums and guitar. Set the bar so high it cuts when she shuns, Wanna cry ’cause I can’t feel the rain when she cums. Used to get high off strippers and sluts, Now time and again, I’m left with cuts And crumbs. Should be grateful I ever had a threesome— So many adventures I even got reruns, My nose in her pussy and my tongue up her bum. I can admit I was spoiled a bunch, Excitement on break for lunch, So now desire don’t hit the same punch. Even one more orgy just this once, Then I can slow down some. Few drinks when the dishes are done, After all, no longer that young. Can’t act like a stallion, At least I can cuddle with a special someone— But I can’t be the only one That gets the urge to run? URGE TO RUN!!! [CHORUS — chant, bounce] I feel stupid, like a whiny bitch, Seems Cupid thinks I’m already rich. Feeling sorry for myself, stuck saying why me? With thinking like that, it’s clear why they ditch— Can’t reach, Need help to scratch this sexual itch. [VERSE 3 — tight, rising] Wish I could lay this out in black and white, Help others try to see the light. Why’s it feel wrong to want a good night? If it’s someone else, everyone says it’s alright— But for me, it sparks a fight. I want us all to rise to a new height, But I’m behind, gone from sight. My mild bark and my lack of bite Makes respect take flight, Crash, burn, ignite. Am I too polite? Have I not earned an invite? Why does it always incite Drama the second I take delight Wanting something warm and tight? And despite trying to do everything right, I’m the one told to go fly a kite. [BRIDGE — half-time] Feeling so whiny and stupid—don’t want to bitch and moan, You missed your shot, Cupid. Still need help scratching this itch in my bones. Fire’s burning, striking the match— Scared I’m just gonna end up alone. Pop fly… it’s a break… can I catch? Or end up alone? [VERSE 4 — steady, anthemic] Few things in life bring happiness, Peace within the darkness. Love is truly a blessing— But let’s touch on a few lessons. Love doesn’t require fucking or a ring, And when your heart stops singing And starts stinging— That’s not love, that’s something else. Love is pure good, Does all that it could, Inherently understood. Life ain’t complete without love, But don’t get it misunderstood: Love is not about sex. Sure, they blend sometimes, bro, Both help you rise from low— But they’re water and snow: Similar, but the same? No. I love with my heart on my sleeve, Show up, stay, never leave. And I truly believe If I love you, we don’t need to fuck. I’ll still help you fix your truck Even if you never suck My cock—I’ll still be your rock. So don’t get stuck Thinking sex and love must lock. I came once without knowing her name, So don’t refrain from running a train Just because love ain’t in the frame. Love represents something grand— It can't be lent, owned, or controlled by man. Not defined by a government document, It’s about the environment You build without resentment. So let’s end the debate, Mate without hate, Increase the rate— We procreate, We elevate. [FINAL CHORUS — full energy] I feel stupid, like a whiny bitch, Seems Cupid thinks I’m already rich. They say with age you’re supposed to switch, Play it safe, take fewer risks— But playing it safe, I feel boring like a little bitch. Can’t just numb this sexual itch. [FINAL VERSE — close, grounded] They say I’m perverse, I say we all are, of course— Maybe I’m worse, Or maybe my lack of shame Makes everyone else seem tame. No blame or shame If you came or missed your aim On her rack or down her back. Maybe you kissed, or she got pissed… On by the game. Got more kinks than Santa’s list— So why try to resist? See, there’s three reasons we fuck: Procreate, try your luck, Knock her up— The second sucks. Has power at the source, Control, force— Wrong, of course. Even worse when consent is gone. But with it? Everyone into it. Not only does it get better tease, get her wetter; Fucking for pleasure, the moment you met her. Why wouldn’t you let her Blow your mind— best way to unwind. [OUTRO — hype fade] I guess I’m stuck Not giving a fuck— Feeling stupid like a whiny bitch.
