MASC

[Chorus: Doja Cat]

Boy, we way too grown

For this shit (Mm)

Boy, we way too grown

For this shit (Yeah)

[Verse 1: Doja Cat]

I ain't havin' it (No), oh, you mad again ('Gain)

Don't you make me put you on the couch again ('Gain)

Don't you make me kick you out the house again (Again, again)

On your ass, I did have to get masculine (I did)

I ain't havin' it (No), oh, you mad again (Yeah)

Don't you make me put you on the couch again (I did)

Don't you make me kick you out the house again (Again, again)

On your ass, I did have to get masculine (I did)

Oh

[Chorus: Doja Cat]

Boy, we (Boy, we) way too grown (Too grown)

For this shit (For this), yeah (For this)

[Verse 2: Doja Cat]

I gave you a heart that you can't keep (Keep)

You gave me the dick, then gave the dick without the D (D)

If I had one wish, it'd be to practice what I preach (Yeah)

If I had one wish, it'd be to keep this off IG (G)

Why you always dippin' into business about me? (Me)

Why you always wish I could be bitches I won't be? (Be)

Everybody doin' you so wrong and you a victim

Everybody doin' you like dances up on TikTok

Maybe, it's the dude in you that make you act so vicious

I don't need to prove to you that I am with my bitches (No, no)

We both really deadin' it, it's sleepin' with the fishes

Let's rewrite our story, 'cause I ain't that good with fiction (Mmm; yeah)

[Chorus: Doja Cat]

Boy, we (Boy, we) way too grown (Way too grown)

For this shit (For this shit, oh)

Boy, we (Boy, we) way too grown (Too grown)

For this shit (For this shit)

[Verse 3: Teezo Touchdown]

Look at me, I'm packing my stuff, I'm 'bout to leave

We breakin' up, you mean it this time, okay, so do I

Make sure I sweep, I don't wanna leave my charger and keys

My favorite cup, okay, enough to keep it G

I'm not that tough, I need your love, I need your touch

I need your time, I need your feet cuddlin' mine (Honey, I need)

I need your feet cuddlin' mine (Man, I keep it G)

(Baby, can I be real with ya?)

I'm comin' to you man to man

(Baby, can I be real with ya?)

Hopin' that you'll understand

(Baby, can I be real with ya?)

I'm not perfect, I'ma make mistakes

I'll do anything if you stay

[Chorus: Doja Cat]

Boy, we way too grown

For this shit (Mm)

Boy, we way too grown

For this shit