Lyrics

Someone call someone Silence, cryptids Someone call someone This city, she's purring like a cat and she's in my lap Ancient pornography has come back With tomorrow's comedy, they meet in three In the voodoo dome of empty calories White glove delivery to a wet brain and an elevated heart rate Bad cholesterol, business casual Bad cholesterol, business casual Extra virgin splattering Adderall Seersucker suits fall, business casual Bad cholestеrol, business casual Let your gut sag to the lovеshack The fat back like a fucking maniac And it all falls down into the cracks Just do the math Whiskey dick with a homemade vasectomy Sharp dresser, goose-stepping Silent man with the mafia clan, half price until they're free Cat eyes are living in trees Low carbs and gluten free Bad cholesterol We dress in business casual We suck the fat of man's son Lipped up like ghost wall street punks Bad cholesterol Business casual Bad cholesterol Business casual Business casual Talk radio fitness, late night ripped-ness Ab Roller grip-ness, get young with psycho-sexual shit-ness The loser but winning When they lose his or her thickness Magic policy, protecting me from me (me from me) I think I'm skinny
Writer(s): Michael Allen Patton, Duane Paul Denison Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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