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Beacause you know
I got a sinus ache in my face
Nose trouble

Don't wanna go to space
Go to space
No *Hubble
I like a shaven face
Shave face
No stubble
Just sayin' random things
From my brain

Yeah, I'ts pretty clear
That I got writer's block
It's dravin' me insane
Feel like a cuckoo clock
I'm fishin' for a hook
Just somethin' basic
What should I sing
On top of this bass riff?

I need a goofy phrase
That I can base this on
That will appeal to kids
As well as soccer moms
I say I could write singles
They called my bluff

Now excuse me for a iffy
While I makes some pop hits up
Cuz my "Bang Bang", "Boom Clap"
"Anaconda's" gotta stay high
Cuz your "Trumpets" we're "Rude"
"Chandeliers", "Happy", Maroon 5

I think I like it
But that's not quite it

There aren't enough songs right now
About big behind

True dat, dat

Gonna cover my bases
And make up one about mine

Yeah, you should do dat

Beacause you know I ain't skinny waif
I'm not shaped
Like Urkel
I got handles for love
Like a Dove commercial
I got a plus-sized butt
That's what's up
Dos bubbles
I got a sexy shape
Like a bass
Wait!

You know I'm all about that bass, bout that bass
No treble
Just don't end up obese
That creates heart trouble
But have a piece of cake
That's okay
Don't showel
And that was how I made
Bout that Bass

*Hubble - Edwin Hubble, amerykański astronom.

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