Verse 1 You say you’re 6’2 but you act like 5’4 You say you’re mature but you still keep score You text “wyd” at 2 a.m. like that’s foreplay Then get mad when I leave you on read for three days You got a black card but you split the bill You got a big mouth but no emotional skill You call it “chill,” I call it emotionally broke Boy math: subtracting feelings till the feelings choke Pre-Chorus You do the most to do the absolute least Congratulations, baby, you’re a walking spreadsheet Chorus That’s boy math! (hey!) Boy math! (hey!) Adding red flags, calling it “green” Boy math! (hey!) Boy math! (hey!) Saying “I’m different” but you’re the same routine You swear you’re a ten but you act like a two Divide your ego, subtract all the truth Equals zero, baby—now do the math, boy Boy math, boy math—do the math, boy Post-Chorus (crowd stomp-clap, phones in the air) One plus one equals “it’s complicated” You times sorry equals never demonstrated Verse 2 You say “I don’t label” but you labeled her crazy You say “I need space” but you’re still on my IG You Venmo-request me for the Plan B Then post gym thirst traps for the girls you “don’t see” You got a podcast about mental health But ghosted your therapist when she asked how you felt You say “I love independent women” Then get mad when she don’t need you for nothing Chorus That’s boy math! (hey!) Boy math! (hey!) Adding red flags, calling it “green” Boy math! (hey!) Boy math! (hey!) Saying “I’m different” but you’re carbon-copy mean You swear you’re a ten but you act like a two Divide your ego, subtract all the truth Equals zero, baby—now do the math, boy Boy math, boy math—do the math, boy Bridge (beat strips down to handclaps + spoken sass) Let me break it down real slow so even you can get it You want a lady in the streets but you swipe on every freak in the sheets You say you hate drama but you stir the pot Then act shocked when the whole kitchen gets hot You say “I’m working on myself” Translation: working on somebody else Carry the trauma, divide by the lies Final answer: goodbye (TRAP BEAT + GLITTER BASS DROPS HARD) Final Chorus (key change, stadium loses its mind) That’s boy math! Boy math! I just solved you with a TikTok and a pink calculator Boy math! Boy math! Now the girls in the comments screaming “relatable danger” Used to be a ten, now you’re less than a two I subtracted your ass and I upgraded my view New equation, baby: me plus me equals brand new Boy math, boy math—do the math, boy Final Post-Chorus / Outro (crowd takes over) Do the math, boy! (hey!) Do the math, boy! Class dismissed, boys—try again next semester Do the math, boy! (hey!) Do the math, boy! We’re good either way… we’re good either way