CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Absolute Unit!
You're currently listening to a fresh new single from Billy Marchiafava
Though his music is absolute garbage, I just can't stop listening
So, sit back, relax, and enjoy
I'm so sick, yeah, I got rabies
Nice lady, born in '80s, on my hip like fanny pack
Won't fall off like Jill and jack
You are singing along to this track, haha, that's a fact
Two thumbs up while I count these racks
I'm on top like I am a hat
I'm going crazy in the booth
That's just something rappers say, so I'ma say it 'cause I do
Your girl textin' on my phone, that's too bad I'm 'boutta scoop
Superman, now watch me swoop, now I'm swervin' in the coupe
Hahaha, "Nice chorus!" I keep going, my pocket enormous
Tyrannosaurus Rex how I net, Bowflex home gym how I flex
I walk and talk like headphonеs, you get red light syndrome
I think plot and gеt it, you get nothing finished
My music sucks, that's to the grave
You sound too serious, it's all just sounds that's pumpin' in your brain
We make music that we think were great, but really who's to blame?
I don't know, but if you ask me all my music sounds the same
How you doing? Your girl tryna call me and beep me, Kim Possible
That is impossible, only because it ain't plausible
Audible, blah, blah, blah, words, words, words
This beat be slappin' so lyrics don't matter
I am not lyrical, lemme remind you
I'm eating caviar off of this platter
Necklace from Amazon, hope it don't blind you
Though his music is absolute garbage, I just can't stop listening
So, sit back, relax, and enjoy
I'm so sick, yeah, I got rabies
Nice lady, born in '80s, on my hip like fanny pack
Won't fall off like Jill and jack
You are singing along to this track, haha, that's a fact
Two thumbs up while I count these racks
I'm on top like I am a hat
I'm going crazy in the booth
That's just something rappers say, so I'ma say it 'cause I do
Your girl textin' on my phone, that's too bad I'm 'boutta scoop
Superman, now watch me swoop, now I'm swervin' in the coupe
Hahaha, "Nice chorus!" I keep going, my pocket enormous
Tyrannosaurus Rex how I net, Bowflex home gym how I flex
I walk and talk like headphonеs, you get red light syndrome
I think plot and gеt it, you get nothing finished
My music sucks, that's to the grave
You sound too serious, it's all just sounds that's pumpin' in your brain
We make music that we think were great, but really who's to blame?
I don't know, but if you ask me all my music sounds the same
How you doing? Your girl tryna call me and beep me, Kim Possible
That is impossible, only because it ain't plausible
Audible, blah, blah, blah, words, words, words
This beat be slappin' so lyrics don't matter
I am not lyrical, lemme remind you
I'm eating caviar off of this platter
Necklace from Amazon, hope it don't blind you
