[Lyric] Model Plane (Drapht)

[Verse 1: Drapht, Complete, Bitter Belief]
Okay
Ah, bro
Last night I had to sleep on the couch with the cat
She started calling me Oscar The Grouch, like I was
Hanging with trash, but I was hanging with Sheldon
“Bro, Why am I trash?" Well, the world ends, ‘cause you keep
Paying out her girlfriend Stacey, paying out
Like she was on welfare with a baby, "Dude
She is on welfare with a baby!” Oh, mate, maybe she is
But I am the one that cops it like Jay-Z in a lift
When it elevates, I need to make an escape
I need a light at the end of the tunnel see me exеcrate
Like El Chapo, a new world Fidеl Castro
No smoking hot heads, no tabasco
Like no lasso, you ain’t heard about
This type of beef, do not sink your teeth in
“Why don’t you pack your bags and leave then, genius?”
Well, it never gets back to my time to speak to say—

[Chorus (Condensed): Drapht]
Can we just chill, be nonchalant?
Let's take the leaf from the book of a Rasta, man
There’s always something wrong
Unless we doing exactly just what you want
[Verse 2: Bitter Belief, Complete, Drapht]
See, I remember being two peas in a pod
Back when making her happy was an easier job
But lately she's been needy because she's been reading a blog
That says every guy is just a cheat and a dog
“Uh sexist much?” How's she gonna use
The same damn brush for the rest of us?
And she said, 'Oh, you wanna talk? Let's discuss
The fact that you been hitting all ya exes up!'
Yeah, she's mad, 'cause she knows I text two of my exes
But I didn't even end my text to 'em with X’s
"Uh... well, that's the be expected if you ask me”
But, man, these are friendships she never contested in the past
"Damn, sounds like some hard work"
I swear to God this girl is getting on my last nerve
It's funny how she always wants to know my passwords
Then she gets defensive whenever I ask hers

[Interlude: Drapht]
Hmm, okay, well, yeah, you can look through my phone, but I can’t look through yours? Yeah, well, that’s a bit backwards isn’t it? Okay, cool. Yeah, sick...
It's like 'One, two, three, let's go

[Chorus: Drapht]
Can we just chill, be nonchalant?
Let's take the leaf from the book of a Rasta, man
There’s always something wrong
Unless we doing exactly just what you want
But I ain’t your hobby, baby
No, I ain’t your model train
No, no, no, no
Ain't here to please your needs
And, no, I ain’t your model plane
No, no, no, no, no, no, no
[Verse 3: Complete, Bitter Belief, Drapht]
I was like, 'Please, babe, behave, I don’t want a clean shave
Everybody’s looking at us, why you gotta be strange?'
Late, 'cause she wouldn’t take the freeway
Now she’s tryna make me eat a salad on my b-day Text Tone
For Pete’s sake, what is it now?
What is it she assumes I ain’t being honest about?
What does she mean 'Who’s Monica?' I don’t know a Monica
Oh, she mean’s that Monica, wow
I swear she’s just a friend, "Okay, just a friend”
Now can this please never ever be discussed again? “Mate”
I never want us to end
But I ain’t one of them custom men, she thinks she’s such a ten
“She thinks she’s so unique," she thinks she’s all of that
Ringtone Monica, I’m gonna have to call ya back
“Haha, remember when she chased you with a steak knife?”
Bro, I better go, yo, it’s date night, great, right?

[Chorus: Drapht]
Can we just chill, be nonchalant?
Let's take the leaf from the book of a Rasta, man
There’s always something wrong
Unless we doing exactly just what you want
But I ain’t your hobby, baby
No, I ain’t your model train
No, no, no, no
Ain't here to please your needs
And, no, I ain’t your model plane
No, no, no, no, no, no, no