Pretty boys are lost

In the wilderness of love

It's the way you limp your wrist

The comb over curly frizz

Golden worn-out rings

With the scars that match the bling

They can call me what they want

I'm the boy

You'll fall in love

Yea they call me Classy Cadzi

Cause I hit once then I call 'em a taxi

Not because I'm labeled as cold and sassy

I just fall in love if they start getting too sappy, happy

And I don't really think I'm a mess

Just a guy with dreams and some slight neediness

Yet some days I wake up thinkin' I'm a ten

But baby that's my vibe

Gotta switch it up

Tired of me, yet?

Pretty boys are lost

In the wilderness of love

It's the way I limp my wrist

The comb over curly frizz

Golden worn-out rings

With the scars that match the bling

They can call me what they want

I'm the boy

You'll fall in love

Wait, like, what's your name?

C-A-D-Z

Don't be using my name

'less you use it as a headline for a

Sold out stage

Yea imma make sure everybody gettin' paid

If you're always helping me

Then we're homies to the grave

I don't know when or

How I'll make it

Yea I'm really tired of living

Paycheck to paycheck

Let me call you up a-later

Tryna make some music

Singing pretty things

I just cry about it later

Pretty boys are lost

In the wilderness of love

It's the way I limp my wrist

The comb over curly frizz

Golden worn-out rings

With the scars that match the bling

They can call me what they want

I'm the boy

You'll fall in love

Now you see a bit

Of what you got

A boy with a dream

And some sadness to love

Might just seem like

I got it in touch

Like I feel it

Too much