Verse 1:
Yo, check it, I’m rolling up, I'm just a white boy with glasses
Looking like a nerd sometimes I even act it
Pushing them back up on my nose with my middle finger
Take a look at that shit
For sure you know shorty she looking at me
When I get up on a track I see her smiling at me
She wasn’t happy with you, you were treating her badly
Go find another bitch, she wanna settle down now that she has me
Like Andrew Luck I’ll be thanking you for not letting me pass on that shit
You can call me names like Fred or Ben because I’m a fucking savage
My glasses fog up when I step on the scene
Hold up I can’t see, let me wipe them clean
I’m looking like I belong in a library, but don’t shoosh me
I’m a word smith, my rhymes be slapping
About to close the book, and hit you with some rapping
Now I’m strapped with my keyboard about to do some capping

Chorus:
The thing about hip hop, she wanting me more
She said nobody ever treated her like this before

Verse 2:
I try to leave a good impression so she know I’m more dimensional
When you go sorry to say you’ll be forgettable
I’m trying to be on that barry judd top 5 list at the record store
You don’t write rhymes worth being played at 0 decibels
I have 99 of problems, but you have too much
You got phony lines, time for you to hang it up
Maybe you should use some performance enhancing drugs
I’m handing out mean mugs
Here, wash em down with some of these nuts
You suck so much, that’s why you have the hiccups
Better hold your breath and bow down, you should give up
You don’t tickle anyone’s fancy I can think of
You can hate me but your girl giving me some love

Chorus

Yeah, its klouded