Lyrics

You know maybe they're right I do get high all the time And I am immature But most of all I'm I'm I'M I'm a Goofy Goober Comin' like Squidward, why be a loser? Done with ya shit, better call an Uber Need an anti-virus like a new computer I'm waking up in a drunken stupor Blind and confused, I feel like a boomer The night was a movie, the morning a blooper Man the zoot on the table couldn't come any sooner Crisp, Panko They don't wanna see me play games like Namco Uncle Pain said go Poundland Rambo Fuck that, I'm too busy eatin' up mangos Chillin' Why they tryna play on hard mode Rollin' round with the cargo All these lines getting racked up Now the table looking like a barcode Leave it alone There's way too much weed in the cone I feel weak in my bones Need a while, I'm feelin' stoned I'm tryna be a child, but I gotta sit in my throne In my zone, I stay hiding from rona Lying down on my sofa, weed put me in comas No drive, need a chauffeur I need Off-White or some Gosha I taught your mum about bofa What? DEEZ NUTS Stay away bitch got the cheese touch I can not play round with these sluts No gun but I'll let the piece bust What??? I don't know, it's an enigma Trust me, I don't do drugs for the stigma I'm really all 'bout the sums like sigma Also, I taught your mum 'bout Ligma Why? Cos I'm a Goofy Goober Comin' like Squidward, why be a loser? Done with ya shit, better call an Uber Need an anti-virus like a new computer I'm waking up in a drunken stupor Blind and confused, I feel like a boomer The night was a movie, the morning a blooper Man the zoot on the table couldn't come any sooner Delicious
Writer(s): Gawtham Ravivaruman Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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