Julia Stiles lyrics
by Illy
[Chorus: Allday]
Julia Stiles, I got
Yeah, Allday
Yeah, Julia Stiles, I got
I don't know
Fat f*ck
Yeah
[Verse 1: Allday]
Hello matey, it’s me, the so shapely
Overweighty fat f*ck, I'm ice-cream cone crazy (Yum)
Oreo tasting, My father don’t praise me
With a beach ball gut like I carry my own baby
Skin so flakey like a painting in the Louvre (True)
Socially awkward, I'm strange and I'm aloof
They made me in a petrie dish, raised me in a tube
Now I'm driving 'round the city with a lady in my boot (Let me out)
Innately I'm frustrating, just a vacant kinda dude
Go walking like I'm Walter, wake up naked in a fugue
Too many buegs and I'm slower than the YouTube sloth
Wanna f*ck with me? You do not (Haha)
I'm fat, you should see me with my muumuu off
Now these rappers want to kiss me where my do-do was
See, I smuggled in some googs in my Fubu socks
Catch me going f*cking mental in a Bluejuice mosh
[Chorus: Allday]
Julia Stiles, I got, uh
Julia Stiles, I got, what?
Julia Stiles, I got, haha
Should I keep going?
Yeah
[Verse 2: Allday]
It’s the fat f*ck boy with the flabby gut
Breathing down your phone
And you're like, "Go away, I’m hanging up" (Grr)
But can he bust quicker than a junkie with his bally up?
Been days since he's smacking up
Don’t even get me angry, punk
See, I'm frustrating myself to be around me
I'm like a twelvie towny, a real freaking Downy
Found me in your driveway, just trying to key your Audi
Wake up crying in a sweat from a dream of Bieber drowning
Astoundingly disgusting, there’s really nothing there
In my brain, so deranged, I feel pain punching air
'Cause I can’t mow the lawn and the neighbours love to stare
And my dad's like, "Yeah, you gotta grow a f*cking pair"
And my life is Solitaire, but I'm too dumb for cards
Too hyper for Monopoly, I’m too drunk for bars
More obese than Toadie, got a humongous arse
Trying to f*ck all the time like I’m Susan and Karl
[Spoken Interlude: Julia Stiles]
I hate the way you talk to me, and the way you cut your hair
I hate the way you drive my car, I hate it when you stare
I hate your big dumb combat boots and the way you read my mind
I hate you so much it makes me sick, it even makes me rhyme
I hate the way you’re always right, I hate it when you lie
I hate it when you make me laugh, even worse when you make me cry
I hate it when you’re not around, and the fact that you didn’t call
But mostly I hate the way I don’t hate you, not even close
Not even a little bit, not even at all
[Chorus: Allday]
Yeah, Julia Stiles, I got
Julia Stiles, I got
Fat f*ck, fat f*ck