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Business Casual Lyrics - Artist : Tomahawk
Someone call someone
Silence Gripness Someone call someone This city, she's purring like a cat And she's in my lap Ancient pornography Has come back With tomorrow's come a day They meet in three In the voodoo dome of empty calories White-glove delivery To a wet brain And an elevated heart rates Bad cholesterol, business casual Bad cholesterol, business casual Extra virgin sputtering Adderall Seersucker suits suits, foul business casual Bad cholesterol, business casual Let your gut sag to the love shack The fight back like a fucking maniac And it all falls down into the cracks Just do the math Whiskey dick With a homemade vasectomy Chopped just a goose stepping Sailor man with the mafia clan Have prostitute at three Cat eyes are living in trees Low carbs and Gluten free Bad cholesterol We're dressing business casual We suck the fat of man son Milked up by ghost Wall Street punks Bad cholesterol, business casual Bad cholesterol, business casual Business casual Top wetty o' fitness Late night ripeness Ab well equip-ness Get young With psycho-sexual shit-ness The loser but winning When they lose his or her thickness Magic policy Protecting me from me (me from me) I think I'm skinnery |
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