Adele lyrics

[Intro]
Uh-huh
Okay, I'll take down your credit card number right now, then
And we'll have that right for ya, if you wanna give me that
I use cash
You use cash? Oh, how convenient, yes
I gotta eat, guy, what do you think of that?
You gotta eat what, eat 96 f*cking pounds of ribs? Yeah
You wanna leg wrestle? Get together?
Yeah, I'll f*cking leg wrestle, you shut the f*ck up

ZeroWorld

[Hook: tropes]
Ah, like a door on the side of a mill
Don't know what I wanna do, I'll go to hell
Music got me dancing like Adele
Green fit, Koopa Troopa with a shell
I want more, I want more
But they keep on saying that I'm done for
I want more, why you treat me like a tug of war
Let it last, TV screen with the bomb port

[Verse 1: tropes]
That's the last time I tell a bro to f*cking text me
Respect me, that's all that I ask for but it's ten sheets
Try to paint the picture like an artist, you're the enemy
Pretend to be what everybody wants and you lose everything
You lost a clique, you lost your friends now
Started sh*t, but it's no fault but your own
You leave it up to the phone, and it's not if you're alone
You pick and choose all the time, I just be waiting in line
[Interlude]
f*cking waste my time with 96 f*cking reports of spare ribs, okay? I know you're trying to have fun, but
Hey
Seriously, f*cking think about it, okay? We're [?]

[Verse 2: Mason Infinity]
Yeah, I listened to your song, I think it's boring
When you turn your music on I'm f*cking snoring
When I'm off a couple pills I feel like soaring
I feel like clarifying I don't do drugs
Take a step back, I don't even think that
Yeah, I'm with my boy and we ain't even look back
Find a new way, I'm the cool way
See me right, right, right, see me escape

[Hook: tropes]
Ah, like a door on the side of a mill
Don't know what I wanna do, I'll go to hell
Music got me dancing like Adele
Green fit, Koopa Troopa with a shell
I want more, I want more
But they keep on saying that I'm done for
I want more, why you treat me like a tug of war
[?] TV screen with the [?] port