[Verse 1]
You had the cheat codes
Still lost the game
Fumbled the one girl
Who even knew your name
Mr. “deep song”
Mr. “I’m so smart”
Baby said you’re trash
At rhythm and at heart
You talk in music theory
Like that makes you a man
But you never found her tempo
Never knew her hands
You measured out her body
Like bars in four-four
But she hit my line once
Now she’s begging for an encore (yeah)
[Chorus]
You might be a music major
But you’ll never be this good (never)
You can read all your chord charts
But you never understood
You were flat in the bedroom
Off-key in the mood
You might be a music major
But you’ll never be this good (too good, too good)
[Verse 2]
You wrote her long texts
I just send a time
You sent “are you okay?”
She just sends me “mine”
You practiced your scales
Every lonely night
Still can’t scale up
To how I treat her right
You brag about “perfect pitch”
But you missed every sign
She said “I’m done with boys”
Then I showed up on time
You study composition
I compose her whole week
You did three-year theory
I did three nights, she can’t sleep (woo)
[Chorus]
You might be a music major
But you’ll never be this good (nah)
You can quote every dead guy
Still don’t get what she’s into
You were stiff in the spotlight
Tryna act like you’re hood
You might be a music major
But you’ll never be this good (too good, too good)
[Bridge]
You flex diplomas
I flex results (uh)
You flex ensembles
I flex her pulse
You flex rehearsals
I flex her grin
You lost the audition
I’m already locked in (locked in)
[Chorus]
You might be a music major
But you’ll never be this good (never)
All that practice, all that pride
Still don’t do what I do
You were soft in the climax
She was bored, then she stood
You might be a music major
But you’ll never be this good (never be, never be)