Woah-Oh-oh,
Woah-Oh-oh.
[x4]
Can't by love so let's just make it.
Jealous of your dog cause he's seen you naked.
I'll sniff your rear, if I get my paws on ya.
Think that's weird? Wait till you hear how we're gonna
Role play, The Color Purple, do s*** you'd read in Trent Reznor's journal.
f*** to the sound of a zombie choir, till your private parts look like they've been in a fire.
Turned on, but it feels so wrong, like when you relate to a NickelBack song.
Inhibition is gone with the blinds drawn, but you don't mind doing it with the lights on.
Cause I bet the kind of love that you make to a man would look good as a mural on my uncles van.
He rents to own lend me his cologne, now I feel like a wolf with a saxophone.
You make me Looney Tunes,
I hallucinate.
When I see you,
I see steak.
Smirk, nod, wet my lips like when a black running-back knows how great he is.
With an amazing win, back in a stadium full of m************ that regret trading him.
But I digress, Why's your dress not on the floor? Thighs and b****** make the best fried chicken but yours
Made the bucket list, don't know what the f*** that is, something like a dying wish.
Wish I was dying with you on top of me like a fraction.
A 10 that's over 18 can't do the math then, cram time, you got behind, let me school that b*** like it's Columbine.
So fine, like Charlie Brown's hair. Out to get you over hear and in your underwear.
Hit that p**** at home, like a predator drone. Now I feel like a wolf with a saxophone.
You make me Looney Tunes,
I hallucinate.
When I see you,
I see steak.
My jaw hit the floor as someone played the trumpet.
Then my tongue rolled out, now ain't that some s***?
Heard a foghorn, then my heart popped out.
It was shaped like a heart, what the f*** is that about?
Woah-Oh-oh,
Woah-Oh-oh.
[x8]
You make me Looney Tunes,
I hallucinate.
When I see you,
I see steak.
Woah-Oh-oh.
[x4]
Can't by love so let's just make it.
Jealous of your dog cause he's seen you naked.
I'll sniff your rear, if I get my paws on ya.
Think that's weird? Wait till you hear how we're gonna
Role play, The Color Purple, do s*** you'd read in Trent Reznor's journal.
f*** to the sound of a zombie choir, till your private parts look like they've been in a fire.
Turned on, but it feels so wrong, like when you relate to a NickelBack song.
Inhibition is gone with the blinds drawn, but you don't mind doing it with the lights on.
Cause I bet the kind of love that you make to a man would look good as a mural on my uncles van.
He rents to own lend me his cologne, now I feel like a wolf with a saxophone.
You make me Looney Tunes,
I hallucinate.
When I see you,
I see steak.
Smirk, nod, wet my lips like when a black running-back knows how great he is.
With an amazing win, back in a stadium full of m************ that regret trading him.
But I digress, Why's your dress not on the floor? Thighs and b****** make the best fried chicken but yours
Made the bucket list, don't know what the f*** that is, something like a dying wish.
Wish I was dying with you on top of me like a fraction.
A 10 that's over 18 can't do the math then, cram time, you got behind, let me school that b*** like it's Columbine.
So fine, like Charlie Brown's hair. Out to get you over hear and in your underwear.
Hit that p**** at home, like a predator drone. Now I feel like a wolf with a saxophone.
You make me Looney Tunes,
I hallucinate.
When I see you,
I see steak.
My jaw hit the floor as someone played the trumpet.
Then my tongue rolled out, now ain't that some s***?
Heard a foghorn, then my heart popped out.
It was shaped like a heart, what the f*** is that about?
Woah-Oh-oh,
Woah-Oh-oh.
[x8]
You make me Looney Tunes,
I hallucinate.
When I see you,
I see steak.