Yo man I'm the world's worth uber driver Crashed the car and there were no survivors I probably won't receive a five star rating Makes me sing like a sad, pouty baby Now these girls will never make it to prom Them bitches said my head looked like two pom poms Turned around to yell, I lost control then Flipped the car and now it has exploded
Chorus 1: This song's about treating women like shit And somehow it got past the feminist It doesn't matter if it's sexist or UN-PC That I treat girls like feces Doesn't mean much if it's catchy
Girl: That's my jam!
I only sing about cocaine and sex It's R&B with freaky sound effects I only call you at 5:30 which is early So this part's not that creepy 'Cause I'm punctual, that's the real me, yeah!
This is just a role and I'm an actor On The Weeknds* I work as a pastor Me and my fiancée are quite boring We go on nature walks then watch our stories I just washed the dishes fore I saw you I bought you a latte and some perfume Let's go out to brunch and to a day SPA Then we'll go play bingo with your grandma
Grandma: Bingo!
Chorus 2: But when I sing I have to call you bitch 'Cause there's so many words that rhyme with bitch Now every pop star is just bragging about fucking 'Cause we're dummies in our twenties And we all have tatoo sleeves, yeah! I only call you when my car's on fire Do you know how to change a burning tire I am like the next Marvin Gaye or MJ If they cursed more than Kanye I can moonwalk on cocaine, whooo!
(Earlier that day) Waitress: It comes with fries, it comes with fries Or a vegetable Or a baked potato
I'll have fries on the side And we'll take the check I've got a car to wreck
Good bye, Honey! I've to go be The Weeknd
Fiancée: Oh, but it's only tuesday, dear (laugh)
Good one, Muffin
The Weeknd & Fiancée: I can't feel my face, when I with you
Fiancée: Oh, don't forget your cocaine, dear
*Weeknd - nawiązanie do pseudonimu autora piosenki.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
