O lyrics

by

Mark Oliver Everett


My sh*t I am doused

Owens house, I sh*t myself
Hiding from my spouse
My sh*t I was doused
People think I dose
Yeah I really dose
(Yo Pierre, you wanna come out here?)

Yeah I really dose
I ain't got no hoes
I want top-top, can't say not-not
All these b*tches come
Wait I got none
Please some b*tches come
Still don't got one
Any b*tch just come
I just want one

Woo, woo, woo, woo
Woo, woo, woo, woo
My shirt skinny tight
My jeans really white
I don't got a b*tch, forehead bright
Yeah I stay in summer nights
I'm no soldier
I thought I just told ya
Get clothes from my momma
Just like I'm an orphan
All these, people, hate my, clothes
Tight shirt, need new clothes
Rippin' ass, sh*t comes out slow
Now it's done, now oh wait there's more
Play it off, everybody know
sh*t all on me, undies dirty now
All I drink is Bacardi, Bacardi
Aye, Bacardi, Bacardi
Bacardi, Bacardi

Yah
Don't know I look like a moose
Don't know I look like a moose
The gym is my only mate
Yeah it's true I really shaet (sh*t)
Mate, mate
Bacardi's great
Great, great
People think I'm gay
Don't know I'm awkward
I don't think I'm straight
Forehead really big
It is really bright
I don't brush my teeth
Didn't get the invite
I look like I'm built
I look like I'm built
I am c*cky, don't nobody like me
Head don't fit my body
Brain made of salami
Hair look like tsunami
It look like tsunami
People want to rob me, and I look like a tomboy
Will I get my degree, close up I am ugly
Only drink Bacardi, I'll never get a shorty
Only spent about 100 on my outfit, that's real

Owens house, I sh*t myself
Hiding from my spouse
People think I dose
Yeah I really dose
Chin hairs really gross
Chin hairs really gross
Owens house, I sh*t myself
Hiding from my spouse
Hiding from my spouse
My sh*t I am doused

Owens House, I sh*t myself
Hiding from my spouse
My sh*t I was doused
People think I dose
Yeah I really dose

b*tch ass, lil b*tch! Cz

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