War on Hugs
DJ Cul de Sac
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Yo, I'm talking about a first time intro I ain't met him before, he ain't my bro So you tell me what's the social etiquette Hard to know your vibe when we've just met Do I go for handshake, or a fist bump Little wink and a smile or a bump of the rump Single, double, or an air kiss Don't play a player, I meant to miss Oh my God girls gone continental A smooch on both cheeks, this is mental Yeah my bloods miss, vibed a double kiss Oi hold up hun don't take the piss For me that's way too over familiar My mates looking on as I kissed her I said hold up love, just back away I don't want a sixty six percent Man heavy three way And what's the problem with this bloke His hand maneuvers be bare bespoke I'm telling you now, this ain't no picnic his hand combinations are way too sick All I want is symbiotic hand synergy Yo dog you trying to make a mug of me I don't want to have to do a greeting rehearsal Just shake my hand mate, it's universal Yeah he's my pal, he's my chum Doesn't mean I want an intro pat on the bum And if your over in France, man kisses a man Je ne comprends pas, this wack plan I wish around the world we were all the same But we ain't, so back off, I'm not game This guy's gone for a respectful bow That ain't the vibe, take it easy now Stay germ free with a salute or a wave No hand clasp for me, I ain't gonna cave What if there are 12 of us in a room Ain't got the time to give y'all a fisty boom Dis dam dudes gone for a high five But left me hanging on the flip side I said listen up prankster Don't mess with a gangster If I had my blade, I may have just shanked ya This is my last verse and it's gonna be terse My final thoughts on why I'm greeting adverse If I'm at a soiree, what precedes a parley Don't want no hand snub, at my book club What's the greeting upkeep, with my chimney sweep Don't want no drama, with my organic farmer Want greetings all carefree, at the cat sanctuary Got to respect the vocation of my legal representation Don't want no farce, acknowledging the working class What's a meet compromiser, with man's financial adviser Don't want no row, when I finally meet my pen pal What's the inauguration nirvana When your mid gymkhana Bra what's the gist, with my aromatherapist What's a guy to do, with his badminton crew Can't take no risks, with my proctologist Don't want hands in array, with my sommelier So I've listed them out, every situation The reasons behind this social constipation I'm continually searching for the raison d'etre To make sense of all this greeting conjecture So come on, who's in charge, just make a decision Man can't take no more, of this handshake derision This greeting malarkey, it ain't good for the soul To abbreviate, OMG no LOL So I'm begging you Boi For I haven't a clue What should we do when we greet On our meeting debut Question
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