Famine is a 19th drink
Is a 19th drink
Famine is a 19th drink
I'm
alone in the lobby
With my fingers in the ass
I think I'm gonna fart
If I make a melancholic sound
The fatter hasn't passed yet baby
I'm waiting for the call
I think somebody's gonna show me
Your move comes like a code
I think you didn't pay me
Your word isn't worth a dime
Police is questioning me
But I answer I don't got no clue
I'm shopping in Milano I'm like Shiloh
I'm gonna get a new dress And I'm gonna pop that
Glissade on the pantaloon I'm gonna try on actresses
I'm gonna try on popstars Now I'm so far away
I'm gonna make a movie and I'm gonna post it
City police is leaving So make a movie when you're late
Ok, no panic New lifestyle
I'm getting on the boat with the ice I'm doing the Titanic again
And I'm in my vestibule and headshot You can't
talk about me now I don't have the same cut