[Intro] My alarm clock screaming but I hit it twice Check a notification then I check it thrice Thought I had a schedule but the plan is thin Now the chaos starts where the hours begin [Verse] Wake up deadass staring at a ceiling fan Tried to make a list then I lost the plan Opened up a tab then a video loop Forty minutes gone while I'm eating some soup Phone pinged once now I'm scrolling through the feed Distractions hitting hard like a desperate need Tried to clear the desk but the laundry is piled Lost in a rabbit hole the logic is wild Checked the mail twice then I forgot why I stood Lowkey wasting time while the morning was good Jumped in the shower then I forgot the soap Searching for a focus but I'm losing the hope Now the clock says noon and the productivity zero In a race against time I'm a tragic kind of hero [Chorus] Open up Jdate just to find a new vibe Pretend the heritage is part of my tribe Love the Jewish women keep the energy high Curve the real truth while I'm telling a lie Eyes on the curves and the fit is a ten Once I find a match then I'm sliding again [Verse] Plugged into the app now I'm hunting for a gem Highkey love the look from the root to the stem Met a girl named Rivka and her smile is a fire But the way she's built is my only desire Chest like a mountain and the waist is a thread Got me losing focus till my logic is dead Forgot I ain't Jewish for a couple of hours Lost in the magic of her feminine powers Thought I had the rizz till the conversation shift She asked bout my Rabbi and the mood got a lift Then she checked my lineage and the truth came out Now she calling me a fraud with a loud kind of shout Got ghosted in a second and the date was a bust Left me in the dust with a broken kind of trust [Chorus] Open up Jdate just to find a new vibe Pretend the heritage is part of my tribe Love the Jewish women keep the energy high Curve the real truth while I'm telling a lie Eyes on the curves and the fit is a ten Once I find a match then I'm sliding again [Bridge] Sun going down and the day is a waste Nothing on the plate but a bitter kind of taste No work in the books and the bank is a ghost Looking at my life like a burnt piece of toast [Outro] Keep it a buck I was cooked in the head Shoulda been grinding but I stayed in the bed Then the phone rang loud and the luck hit the switch Got a job offer now I'm feeling the rich On god I got a check and the struggle is gone Now the hustle starts at the break of the dawn
