Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jeffrey Makarauskas
Songwriter
Jacob Ramirez
Songwriter
Lyrics
I asked for a chimpanzee for Christmas and I never got one
...On my mind lately
I swear I sound more wasted than Albanians in Albany
Seasonally depressed just reaching out for weed like
"You got that green flower power?"
You coward, just ask me for marijuana
I could be more famous than Saddam Hussein except they'd wanna kiss me
My mistake was showing off my mixtapes before anyone should listen
The bitches don't like it
That is why I'm writing these poems for my homies with the white fences
With context domestic
While I can shit in my yard, ya'll shit is perplexing
Been drunk in West Texas
X's and O's be on them butthole
Ice Cold on my tombstone
Sipping on some Oolong
Pussy subarashii in Shibuya
Ruined the room in order to put it to her
Just wait for my first tour
A screw up
At MSU, I threw the deuce up
Too consumed with booze to seek the truth
One chance to grow
Two birds, one stone
Three casamigos
Four seasons, I'm never home
Going in Rambo, Sylvester Stallone
Be getting the voicemail, you hearing the dial tone
Sandy selling seashells, proceeding to give me dome
Samantha on the shore, calling me, she home alone
The royal penis is clean, she polishing up my chrome
What you want
What I motherfucking want
In the trunk
Keep it bumping in the trunk
Always had a wild style, always been a wild child
My guns go boom boom
Your guns go pow pow
Sit down, let's powwow
Romeo, no Bow Wow
My dogs from dog pound
You circus, so clown around
I'd never call a bitch unless she wanted it
I am just a mess, it is my honest jest
I just got it hooked, we ain't on phonics yet
Got her super soakin' from my sound effects
God damn it if I have to explain it one more time
No I'm not a rapper, just an asshole past his prime
Plagiarizing rhyme schemes from inner city blind teens
Financed by Harv Weinstein
Sorry mama
New sweets on the scene though
'Bout a bakers dozen funky brothers
Summin' it up, just some hungry motherfuckers
If you put me on your shit list
I'm shittin' in in your kitchen
God as my witness
After this song, the rest your playlist gon' feel like placebo
Bitch I'm rockin' this shit in a gazebo
Just trying to become a ringtone
D so lethal
Cheat code
Eat more pussy than tushy
But can ya fuck more
Handstands
Backdoor
Grand standing
Man isn't that what a man's supposed to be doing man
Challenging every other motherfucker in the room until they feel like they're the one
Is that an Alpha male way to do it
Writer(s): Jacob Ramirez
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