I hope you know when you dance it's way too funny
Way too funny
Gotta laugh that funny
Maybe you should laugh
And it's so you, the way you do your dance out in public
The way you dance is so ugly
The way you dance is enough, it
Had me on the floor
I gotta pay homage
I gotta pay
What a cliché thing
Oh my god, I love the way you look
I know she heard that
Seven days out the week and count the weeks that's in a year too
When you finish, come up with something new, now it's hairdos
I'm better with stories and mixing the variables, characters
What about work made you go home and get your appearance up
Where are you shopping for pants with the pockets, you wearing em
Girl, with them eyes that you got, they so wide, who you staring at
What they do
I love the quirks
You meant to put your car in drive, it reversed, reversed
I love the flirts
You in the mirror with your line, you rehearsed, rehearsed
Do you feel like somebody spying on you
I hope you know when you dance it's way too funny
Way too funny
Gotta laugh that funny
Maybe you should laugh
And it's so you, the way you do your dance out in public
The way you dance is so ugly
The way you dance is enough, it
Had me on the floor
I gotta pay homage
I gotta pay
Everything everybody else love, that's all average dawg
Worried about the superficial shit, is the shit take advantage of ya dawg
Think fast for this, Imma rap a lil' quick, my bad dawg
Use this test for the next interest, keep your mouth closed
Can I be myself, can I see myself with what she is involved with
Is she rude
Does she talk shit, honest
Does it start platonic
Can she move in a corporate office, in a jungle haunted
If you fall in, does she try to help you
Or do you keep on fallin
Into the depths and greet spikes
Into your ribs, you hear the sliminess of dead flesh
Jump up like, what the f*ck
More of them things that's alive, but not alive, comin' bruh
You don't move quick, you won't discover her
I gotta pay homage
I gotta pay