Smithereens

(álbum: Bodyache - 2019)

Uhhh
Yeah
I be waking up at dinner time
Huh
Yeah the ones who be fucking

Bring the eaters to me
Yeah, the ones who be fucking (You know)
I'ma call it how I see it, why the fuck is you bugging (Why)
I'm a big bad wolf, steady huffing and puffing
Baby, go ahead, tell 'em who you fucking and loving (Who that?)
That's me, getting [*gasp*] while I drive
Let me, eat up, flaming up fire (Eat up, fire)
I said, eat up, to the apple of your eye
Now she, keep, keep, claiming she can fly (Yeah right, hey)
Gotta watch your fucking back
Got that peanut butter mouse trap, hope I catch a rat though (a rat though)
I don't have much time to chat
Only seen her from the front but I know that shit is fat (Yeah baby)
In kindergarten, I was bumping ugly spotted cubbies
I question your intentions if you way too buddy-buddy (Who you)
Why you sounding pouty, got you looking like a cubby
I was fake sleeping when she said she think she love me
Uh-huh, you got that sack right (I sure do)
Then show us some cake and she took a fat bite (Damn)
If they shady, I cut 'em, you better act right (You better)
This was just a warm up, I'm heating up like a crack pipe (Yeah right, damn)
I'm gon take my happy like my lady (Is you)
I feel good as fuck, no need to check up on me baby (Real good)
Bet I merk a beat, got it pushing up a daisy (Okay)
I said it and I mean it, it be best if you obey me
Blow me to bits, we talking smithereens (Woah)
Too much hoes in the whip, I need a limousine (I need a)
Pocket clock in your face, lil baby this a dream
Most these bitches free agents, 'cause they can pick a team (Yeah, yeah)

They can pick a team
Yeah, yeah, yeah
The fuck do you want