Can’t shut the door
on the dairy product glue stretch
Can’t put the pizza
back once you’ve drawn a bite sketch
So hide behind your labtop
turn off the lights
Cause police are the voices
and the voices form the night
Still stuck in first gear
Give that clutch a test
You cheat to see the next card
Excited for the rest.
Don’t complain about
an intercourse wedding
with a shrug on your clit
Trade the booty for the music
and the swingin for the hips
So take a spin,
with your eyes riding shotgun
You’ll never have the true one
Cause you went and got one
Your acts are a regal prince
Self appointed
Who’s coughin on a biscuit.