Being friends with him was so troublesome

He would get into fights all the time

And I would be that guy,

Amidst the chaos, to say

“Hey, knock it off!”

Being friends with him was so troublesome

His sister, two years younger

Would plaster her face in makeup

Whenever I was home

Just to f- me or whatever

Being friends with him was so troublesome

Because he made me feel bad

Whenever I couldn't show up to his little parties

Being busy making a life

And to make up for what my dad couldn't do right

Being friends with him was so troublesome

Because I couldn’t stand looking at him

With his shirt off

Dripping in sweat

And- oh god- those eyes

Like he wanted a piece of me

To keep with him

Forever

He kinda already has my whole heart,

Man, bro, no homo, bud

You're so troublesome to me!