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Grand Budapest

 

Grand Budapest

(album: LFL2 - 2018)


I'm sorry that I missed your party (party, party, party, party)
But you forgot to carbon copy (copy, copy, copy, copy)
Why don't we meet down in the lobby (lobby, lobby, lobby, lobby)
To sip on fair trade lattes (lattes, lattes, lattes, lattes)
Wooh, wooh, wooh

If it was '98 I'd design the Tommy boy
But now I'm in your state making sales like I'm Tommy Boy
Holy schnike, we rock the Nike's with the corduroys
Call em Sufjan like man let's make another lllinois
Derek Jeter, senorita, Aquafina, ballerina
Pay the meter now or later
Run for cover oh your mother woah
Ya
It's just the way I feel
Sometimes I need to chill
So pass the chamomile
And let me pay the bill

In 1989 Holly hit the hammer time
Used to date a friend of mine then she married Frankenstein
If it was '99 I'd sign to So So Def
On my way hold your breath
Be my guest I look stressed
Oh no (oh no, oh no, oh no, oh no)
My mother blinked in the photo (photo, photo, photo, photo)
Holly was crying in the bathroom (bathroom, bathroom, bathroom, bathroom)
I guess I should be less rude (less rude, less rude, less rude, less rude)

Holy moly, Mick Foley, rice-a-roni rigatoni
New York Yankees on my Sony
Beat the Mets take the trophy woah
I missed what you said
Sometimes I'm in my head
Let's put the kids to bed
Then paint the ceiling red

Derek Jeter, senorita, Aquafina, ballerina
Pay the meter now or later
Run for cover oh your mother woah
Ya
It's just the way I feel
Sometimes I need to chill
So pass the chamomile
And let me pay the bill

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