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Gardens of Gomorrah
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PERFORMING ARTISTS
The Sloppy Boys
The Sloppy Boys
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Timothy Jordan Kalpakis
Timothy Jordan Kalpakis
Songwriter
Mark Ramos Nishita
Mark Ramos Nishita
Songwriter

Lyrics

Midtown mama, she's so uptight She's so uptight, she's so uptight All tucked away on her ivory shelf She's easy on the eyes but she's hard on herself Ya gotta get down loose with your boy Rapzunzel let down your shorts Tell ya mama, tell ya papa And all the church ladies sing In the Gardens of Gomorrah You can do anything you want to No one's creepin' No one's peepin' No one's narcin' No looky-loos You can dump a Slurpee down your bra when you dance You can jam a cheese fry down the back of your pants You can take a load off, you can take off your jeans Sit bare ass naked on a plate of poutine Jet down to the border, that's the plan Cut an album on a farm? "YES PECAN" Every weekend I'm with The Weeknd I strip for tips on the Sunset strip In the Gardens of Gomorrah You can be anything you wanna be Be a pervert Be a sicko Be a jagoff A fuckin' sleaze Now you're back at home but it's not the same Still got the T Man runnin' through your brain I showed you my world, I showed you my ass You're not going back to that grad school class You realize Gomorrah was more than a place "Does it live in my heart?" Not the case It rests in one dude. Now who could that be? The motherfucking one time Emmy nominee You gotta spread the word cuz it'll ruin their week To see a such fit bird with a big fat Greek "We sent you to college! We spent all that money!" "But mom! But dad his podcast's funny! He's got all these cool Tabasco shirts His Bud Dry hat made me squirt my skirt I shake and quiver when his hand's on my butt He said he'd introduce me to Hanny and Dutts When I see him I'm drenched When he sings I just ooze I gush at the touch of this here chubby dude Niagara, the Nile, the Adriatic Sea That's what I'm like on his T-Bird seat" Your dad's all mad but you know he's just jealous He'll never land a man who's played Coachella Meanwhile your mom's turned me into a simp Who you think gave you those two sweater blimps? Your neck, your back, your pussy, your crack I won't be texting any one of them back Cuz I'm moving on to the next city "But Timmy I love you" Yeah well life's shitty Mama papa baby mama papa motherfucker Mama papa baby mama papa sister brother Tell your pappy, tell your nieces and your nephew Tell your doctor, tell fucking Cousin Greg too In the Gardens of Gomorrah You can meet anyone you wanna meet Meet the Kat Man Meet K Kalpy The Muddafuckah The Greek Physique Anything I wanna do Anything I wanna do Anything I wanna do Anything I wanna do Oh Jehova Mary, Joseph Vishnu, Allah Holy Moses Crinkle, curly Wedge or waffle Steak or shoestring Battered, loaded
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