[Verse 1]
You don't even know that they’re a thing
Besides, buddy doesn't seem like the type of guy
You doomed to be asking her for a fling
You're fine
She can be yours

[Bridge]
Low melanin
Beauty marks, beauty marks, beauty marks
I’m not gonna stop, till I hit a milly
F-f-fuck

[Verse 2]
Not gonna stop, until I hit a milly
Feed my homies and shit my pocket, real empty
Goals are only there to fulfill like laundry baskets
Come seventeen
I'll be someone with the rappin'
Producin' too
It's a chore but I like it, to be fair
But I'd rather tie another noose to make trap music for the views

[Bridge]
Low melanin, beauty marks, sun kissed
She beautiful with the [?]

[Verse 3]
She got a boyfriend, yeah
I'm not depressed man, I have shit to get off, my chest and
Incoming singles will tell you why I decided to become single
Shits fire too, get a water cup and go
Cop a cup of coffee, [?]

[Bridge]
Keep asking for her homework
But I don't need it
Because I don’t do my homework
I just want her to t-talk to me
I just like, when she talks to me

[Verse 4]
And I really, like her smile
I don’t know what to do with my feelings
Other than, just act like a child around her, and withhold, all this information that you'd probably like to hear
I’d probably let her know how beautiful she is to me
How pretty that I like, to see her eyes
And her eyes are really nice, [?]

[Bridge]
Too dark for the light kids, and too light for the brown
I got that luckwarm melanin and I'm not playin around
Beaty marks, beauty marks

[Verse 5]
Aight, first off, you need to be confident
And when you strike out, don't curse off, just recover it
Second rule, don't be depressed, that’s fucking lame man
Put away the bird claw you used for drippin' veins
And third rule has its flaws, but all the same
Still important, and if you ever do smash
Don't forget to lowkey record iiit

[Bridge]
She's got a boyfriend
She's got a boyfriend

[Verse 6]
Young girl with the Vans
And lack of tan, I'm perfect for you, yeah
I'm the damn man, you've got my soul skipping through fields
And pressing X through a killin' cam, huh

[Bridge]
Beauty marks, beauty marks, beauty marks

[Verse 7]
I threw away two years of my life, and felt nothing
I disconnected with only a few tears
Strive, or something
Took forever like a long stripped shirt with 22 buttons
And queue the bird flock and the life box tops
My gang sweep these mice like bitch coochie
And boys with dandruff who hate fame and eat sushi