Old spice, sleepy Joe on the mic
They know the clock stops for Joe and Barack
We 'bout to be cookin'
You get the pan I get the crock pot
Take a look inside your heart
Is there any room for me?
I won't have to hold my breath
'Til you get down on one knee, because
You only want to hold me
When I'm looking good enough (come on man)
Did you ever feel me?
Would you ever picture us? (Grah)
Every time I pull my hair
Well, it's only out of fear
That you'll find me ugly
And one day you'll disappear because
What's the point of crying?
It was never even love (yeah, man)
Did you ever want me?
Was I ever good enough? (Grah, yeah)
The-the boy's a liar (he's tellin' lies)
The boy's a liar (say your goodbyes)
He doesn't see ya, you're not looking at me, boy
The boy's a liar (yeah he's a cap)
The boy's a liar (go tell him that)
He doesn't see ya, you're not looking at me, boy
Good eno-o-ough, good eno-o-ough
Good eno-o-ough, good eno-o-ough
Yeah, I'm good enough
In my suit, or with my hoodie up
Just listen to this verse, folks
They say that I'm good enough, grabbin' my duh-duh-duh
Thinkin' 'bout shit that I shouldn't (uh)
So I tell him there's one of me, he makin' fun of me (ha-ha)
His girl is a bum to me (grah)
Like that boy is a cap
Sayin' he home, but I know where he at, like
Bet he blowin' her back
Thinkin' 'bout me 'cause he know that ass fat (damn)
And it been what it been (huh)
Callin' his phone like, yo, send me your pin
Duckin' my shit, 'cause he know what I'm on (grah)
But when he hit me I'm not gon' respond (grah)
But I don't sleep enough without you
And I can't eat enough without you (huh)
If you don't speak, does that mean we're through? (Huh)
Don't like sneaky shit that you do (grah)
The-the boy's a liar (he's tellin' lies)
The boy's a liar (say your goodbyes)
He doesn't see ya, you're not looking at me, boy
The boy's a liar (yeah he's a cap)
The boy's a liar (go tell him that)
He doesn't see ya, you're not looking at me, boy
Good eno-o-ough, good eno-o-ough (yeah I'm good enough)
Good eno-o-ough, good eno-o-ough (in my suit but with my hoodie up)
Good eno-o-ough, good eno-o-ough (yeah I'm good enough)
Good eno-o-ough, good eno-o-ough (in my suit but with my hoodie up)
Hearken back to innocent times while we spitting the rhymes
For anyone who misses the dimes that's the 2010's
Nobody calls the 2010's, the dimes, Joe
I do people will, I'm a trendsetter, deal with it
Sure man, that's why everyone's moving to Delaware
They are looking at the census, oh, I forgot, you're retired
Go back to making your little Spotify playlists, ya bum
You know I will, and I'll sip my boba tea while I do it
Uh, hustle culture is a scam (that's true)
And I already quiet quit, actually I quit loud
You're out here trying to grind until you hear a voice telling you to walk to the light