Credits
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Terrence Wood and Cimer Amor
Songwriter:in
Gary Fox
Songwriter:in
Lyrics
I don't know how much more obvious a chick can be
She done been shut me down so she ain't coming around for me
She coming around for you, don't be acting all surprised
The way she, batting her eyes, always smiling waving hi
And ignoring other guys like they don't even exist
Her non-reply is a diss, so they don't even persist
With sis, playing theyself, I say to myself, "self"?
Why this chick want this square bul but nobody else?
Cause you ain't got no game, I ain't hatin but kid look
You got a better chance at taking a picture with Bigfoot
Then hooking up with her
When she wears heels, you're short, looking up to her
Dudes be hatin, like "what the fuck"?
Cause, she wants you, but your ass ain't got a clue
Don't even see all that little slick shit she tryna do
She asked to be your study partner knowing that won't work
Came over in a mini skirt and yall did homework?
Dude you clueless, straight up clueless
Shorty giving you the eye, like boy let's do this
Smiling all in your face, man I thought you knew this
But obviously you don't cause you stupid
You clueless
Dude you clueless, straight up clueless
Shorty giving you the eye, like boy let's do this
Smiling all in your face, man I thought you knew this
But obviously you don't cause you stupid
You clueless
Now you my boy , yeah, grew up near here, went to school there
I was little cool and you was a little square
You know, socially awkward, emotionally bothered
The hood, too smart for it, you hardly felt like you was a part of it
An OutKast, a Black Sheep, but that don't bother chick
She be like, "You can get with that, or you can get with this"
And she cruise through the gallery, oozing sexuality
Calling ballers losers, you ain't even got no rivalries
I'm having trouble believing you're actually sleeping
On one of the baddest breezies I seen on this earth breathing
Sweating you since junior high, telling girls that you's her guy
Future baby daddy I would gladly take that place, goodbye
But she ain't hearing that, so please don't even test her
She be, chasing your ass like Mo'Nique did the Professor
And she ain't even a fat jawn, a right and exact jawn
A girl every man in his right mind would crack on
Dude you clueless, straight up clueless
Shorty giving you the eye, like boy let's do this
Smiling all in your face, man I thought you knew this
But obviously you don't cause you stupid
You clueless
Dude you clueless, straight up clueless
Shorty giving you the eye, like boy let's do this
Smiling all in your face, man I thought you knew this
But obviously you don't cause you stupid
You clueless
Written by: Gary Fox, Terrence Wood and Cimer Amor