クレジット

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Lincoln
Lincoln
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Chris Temple
Chris Temple
Composer

歌詞

Are you bigger than bread box, heavy like bag of rocks?
Are you faster than a Huffy Two?
Are you tickin' like a time bomb, bitchin' like a step-mom?
Animal, vegetable, or maybe mineral?
Hey, what I gotta say, what I gotta do, what I gotta
What I gotta get around just to get to you
Are you stupid like Monday, do ya get a little funny?
Are you later than a post card?
Are you cooking like a hot plate, punchy like a heavy weight?
Chinese, Japanese, dirty knees, look at these
Hey, tell me what you do, tell me where you been, tell me now
Tell me, baby, tell me what's happening
Hey, what I gotta say, what I gotta do, what I gotta
What I gotta get around just to get to you
Are you comin' like a fastball, climbin' up a brick wall?
Are you tighter than a thumb screw?
Are you trippin' like a pot head, screaming like a moped?
Bitchin' like a scarecrow, chillin' like an Eskimo?
Hey, tell me what you do, tell me where you been, tell me now
Tell me, baby, tell me what's happening
Hey, what I gotta say, what I gotta do, what I gotta
What I gotta get around just to get to you
Hey, what up, what up, what up, what up
What up, what up, what up, what up
Hey, what's up with you?
Hey, what up, what up, what up, what up
What up, what up, what up, what up
Hey, what's up with you?
Written by: Chris Temple
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