[Verse 1]
Shay! Parody rapper
Rafferty whipper-snapper
Fannypack or bagpack packed with Twizzler Peeler wrappers
Ransacking tacky tank-top hangers for new wordrobe to plunder
Spittin without no blunders... umm
No misunderstanding, no stand-ins, I'm in the lead role of your fantasies
The man your momma always planned to see you with, and to be the man you need
Chivalry and manners, the way I was always raised to be
Mom taught be how to treat a woman, and it always stayed with me
[Hook]
This shit my favorite song, you just don't know the words
But I still fuck with you, you just ain't never heard
It go like, be right back, be like that, I'll leave like that
None these women wanting me, but one day they will wish for me
This my jam, this my jam, this my jam, this my jam
I got that jam, I'm 'bout that jam, I bought that jam, I brought that jam
This my jam, this my jam, this my jam, this my jam
I bought that jam, I'm 'bout that jam, I'm 'bout that jam, I'm 'bout that
[Verse 2]
Hold up, wait...
I give off a first impression, leave a bad impression
Be yourself is the best lesson to learn, but I always end up regrettin it
Sitting in your livin room, wishing you'd come sit next to me
When I tell you that you're beautiful, it's not an intro to have sex with me
Nah, not tryna hit and quit, simply a confession
Not tryna remove your clothes, just the insecurities you're dressed in
But I guess it's just a situation you've been in before
Me myself, I'm lookin for that once upon a time story ending more
[Hook]
This shit my favorite song, you just don't know the words
But I still fuck with you, you just ain't never heard
It go like, be like that, be right back I'll be like that
All these women wanting me, but none of them the one for me
This my jam, this my jam, this my jam, this my jam
I'm 'bout that jam, I'm 'bout that jam, I'm 'bout that jam, I'm 'bout that jam
This my jam, this my jam, this my jam, I got that jam
I'm 'bout that jam, I'm 'bout that jam, I'm 'bout that jam, I'm 'bout that jam
[Verse 3]
So tell me what you're lookin for
You can open up to me
You don't gotta lie to me
Is it your privates or privacy?
Piracy, I'm lootin' right?
Tell me what you lookin' like
Do you spend your nights awake
With fantasies or panty slides?
Compromise: How about you leave this bar and come home with me
Hypothesize: You lay in my bed right where you supposed to be
Butterflies: Who knew this night would end up with you holdin me?
Clarify: You hold me down, I'll hold you right up in solar reach
I'm simply tryna learn your name, just give me a hint
When I write this album for you, it would help to know what rhymes with it
Tell em it's your favorite song, you just don't know the words
Something something something, blah blah blah, duh-duh-duhduhduh
So tell me what you lookin forward too, that shit my foreplay
There's an entire room to explore today, standin in the doorway
I put the music on, but it's not like you're forced to stay
The time is gone, the song is over, thought I'd something more to say
[Hook]
That shit my favorite song, you just ignore the words
But I still fuck with you, you just ain't never heard
It go like leave like that, please come back, I need that back
All these women bump that shit, but why that woman skip the track
Jam, this my jam, this my jam, this my jam
I want that jam, I want that jam, I want that jam, I want that jam
This my jam, this my jam, this my jam, this my jam
You need that jam, I got that jam, you need that jam, I got that jam
