Mr. McAdams lyrics - Lil Dicky

(from "Penith (DAVE)" soundtrack)

You don't even care about me

Tell me why I care about you

This ain't the movies but I think that you're the one

Rachel let me be your

Mr. McAdams

Rachel they gon' call me Mr. McAdams

I'll take your name girl, facts

It's insanely farfetched

I ain't playing, why you think I've been rapping

To be Mr. McAdams, say yes

Don't lie to me, don't lie to me, don't lie

You think I'm fucking sick

You think I lost my shit

You think I'm weird AF

But that endearing freckle upon your chin is too much

I got a freckle on my face too

I know you've dated Taylor Kitsch (Uh)

And I know you've seen Ryan Gosling's dick (Skrrt!)

Oh girl, I don't know at all girl

I just wanna take you to a ball, have a ball girl

Valet will call me

Mr. McAdams

Rachel they gon' call me Mr. McAdams

I'll take your name girl, facts

It's insanely farfetched

I ain't playing, why you think I've been rapping

To be Mr. McAdams, say yes

Are you a blonde or brunette?

You pull 'em both off like socks in a bed

Notebook even had a little bit of red (True)

I don't why I'm telling you why about your hair (Ah)

You would know best, you was there, it's your hair (Stupid)

Girl I confess that I suck dick (Ay)

Not suck dick like gave head (Nah)

I'm just bad at doing this shit (Hey)

Girl just let me prove that I'm him (Ay)

Heard you're 5'4", I bet you don't even know that's my ideal height (Ay)

I'm 6" (Ay), eh 5'11", I'm 5'10" (Oh), friends say I'm funny (Yep)

And I got fans too so I can relate to this being off-putting (Sorry)

But I just know you'd like what I could give (Swerve)

Imagine guac without no chips (Ooh)

Imagine me up at your door (Ay)

Out of nowhere (Oh)

What would you say? (Oh)

What would we do? (Oh)

Probably be weird, too much buildup, (Uh)

Too much presh

Or maybe we would fuck like rabbits

Maybe I'm your Brad Pitt

Fuck Brad Pitt

Don't think about him

I'm Mr. McAdams (Mr. McAdams)

Rachel they gon' call me Mr. McAdams (Mr. McAdams)

I'll take your name girl, facts

It's insanely farfetched

I ain't playing, why you think I've been rapping

To be Mr. McAdams, say yes

You don't even care about me

Tell me why I care about you

This ain't the movies but I think that you're the one

Rachel let me be your

Mr. McAdams