On a lip-lined shore feeling it
On a seven-day bender feeling it
Topless in the mourning feeling it
Did you screw the lid on the dapilatory tight?
My homeboys and girls where it’s at…
Right, and it looked like a glowing saucer floating in.
And the TVs blaring theory over us
And the guise making form with us
And to love in sin is bound by the liberty of wails
The teenage lines the club with fake school disassemblies
And the wax on your abs looks tight
And the sun sprays over all the ladies in the house
Go ah ah tell us where we’re at
Like a moviegoer’s goal is to implant the masses with genetic fashion
Ah ah tell us where we’re at