Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Gawtham Ravivaruman
Songwriter
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
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Writer(s): Gawtham Ravivaruman
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