First it's the casting call, but I'm playing basketball My wife she notifies that I missed a call on my phone Now why are you snooping, when you should be cooking If you read my texts one more time!
If you fill the pageant bowl I will be masterful Well full of liquid comedy, namaste, your baller bag is on its way Red full of lexicons, polishing megatron If you beat the ho, you tell your bros, I need this yo!
Stop and don't panic, I've got a plan, Let's both pretend you didn't take that one night stand, So hide your face, collect your things; this is what we call the walk of shame, Oh, pretty lady, I know the cost at the gate, you're almost there.
Next it's the pinnacle of me being cynical Can I be the lynch pin compelling to judge a lottery Baggy and awfully, bumpy and blistery, brutally homeless and fluffy
(Pan right distorted part) I tell them personal tastes are fine We've been over this a million times You'll never unhinge those biased chromosomes aloneTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
