[Intro] Yeah… Nuh lie. Mi been thinking ’bout dat good dick all day. Try fi get dem out mi head— Can't do it. Mm. [Verse 1] Wake up inna morning, pussi wet pon di sheet Thinking 'bout dem boys and how dem make mi feel di heat Mi tell myself, “Gyal, yuh need fi calm yuh mind” Five minutes later, mi checking who online Why dem gotta look so good when dem walk by? Why dat heavy posture make mi thighs open wide? Mi play like mi busy, like mi don't want di touch But when dem walk in, mi body craving so much One got di size, one got di thrust One say mi name and mi pussi start fi gush Mi know mi shouldn't be thinking 'bout di fuck dis much But something ’bout dem boys got mi losing mi touch. [Pre-Chorus] Mi try, mi try, mi try fi behave But dem cocky keep showing up inside mi brain Tell myself, “No, gyal, don't text tonight” Then mi ask who wanna come and eat it right. [Chorus] Dem boys, dem boys, stuck pon mi brain Every time mi close mi eyes, mi a ride dem again Mi try act cool, but mi can't lie One little touch and di pussi dripping dry Dem boys, dem boys, wha' dem do to mi? Got mi checking up mi phone repeatedly Mi say “no, no,” but mi know that's lies ’Cause dem boys stay living rent-free inna mi mind. [Verse 2] Late night, bass playing, mi sitting alone Wondering which one a dem a go fuck mi pon di throne Mi know every stroke, every style, every pace And don't get mi started 'bout dat dick inna mi face Mi like when dem grab mi neck, like when dem play Bending mi over, pushing all di way Mi give dem one look, then mi arch up mi back Inside mi head, mi replaying di attack Could be di tall one stretching out mi walls Could be di sweet one licking till mi fall Mi don't need trouble, mi know dat fi sure But di way dem boys hit it make mi beg fi some more. [Pre-Chorus] Mi try, mi try, mi try fi behave But dem cocky keep showing up inside mi brain Tell myself, “No, gyal, don't text tonight” Then mi ask who wanna come and eat it right. [Chorus] Dem boys, dem boys, stuck pon mi brain Every time mi close mi eyes, mi a ride dem again Mi try act cool, but mi can't lie One little touch and di pussi dripping dry Dem boys, dem boys, wha' dem do to mi? Got mi checking up mi phone repeatedly Mi say “no, no,” but mi know that's lies ’Cause dem boys stay living rent-free inna mi mind. [Bridge] Maybe mi a freak— Don't judge mi. Maybe mi waan di dick— Don't rush mi. If dem wanna fuck, dem know where mi stay But mi ain't chasing no dick today. [Air horn] Well… maybe in a minute. [Final Chorus] Dem boys, dem boys, stuck pon mi brain Every dirty memory coming back again Mi try act cool, but mi can't lie One good stroke and mi screaming to di sky Dem boys, dem boys, all pon mi mind Morning, evening, every single time Mi say “no, no,” but mi know that's lies ’Cause dem boys stay living rent-free inna mi mind. [Outro] Yeah… Dem boys. Mi need fi stop thinking ’bout dem. …But mi probably won't. [Bass hit]
