Lyrics:
mercedes, only seven-hundred bucks
I couldn't make my trembling fingers dial that number fast enough
The woman who picked up the phone said, ''Yes, it's still
This someone said
Life got led
By people who
Just wanna flood your head
And I'd have probably second guessed
Everything that was said
But it
You can tell how she act by who she hang with
Short dress long legs shorty dangerous
She be killing it and I'm the Killer type
Soft top blue paint
Soundtracked by Tame Impala and heralded by Clive Palmer
Embody the simulacra of unrefined capital
As you kids who never worked a day in your life finally get
Now I'm in a band people try to make me do things
Kiss arses and pay tribute
But I'm inclined today to do those things anyway
And I don't care who
kicked up a storm
Who big her up now me and robert and shaun
Whole heap of entertainer come come step pan me corn
Now she was a top ten lady from
When shit gets better
It ain't no fooling slept
You can back me into a corner
And watch me swing till my death
I'm not dying
I'ma go out fighting,
What you doing, who you fooling
What you say
I got money on the way
New money on the way
I been living on the road making plays
I got money
Get outta your feelings
In other words just pattern up
Never take an L for no reason
Next time they ain't fooling us
Don't really care for
first touch
There were no secrets hidden between us
I thought we had something strong
Coulda fooled me
Baby who you fooling
When you thought i did you
bitches choosey
Stupid
Who you fooling?
Yeah
(Who you fooling?)
(Yeah)
Damn shit
Who you fooling?
(Fuck that shit we gon go)
(Yeah)
Open up ma mind
different ways
For my bread to keep renewing
(Doing my thing)
If I put on the beniiie
Ill bag her fosho
(Ill bag her fosho)
Who u think u fooling
By saying u
sitting here
You've been sitting there
Oh how I wish you'd come a little nearer
Hey hey let's pretend we're in love tonight
Don't know who we're fooling
You're clueless
Who you think?
Think you're fooling
I can't be tricked so
Don't be acting foolish
You can't think
Acting stupid
Before I'm rich
Make
Peer pressure got em
Don't do it to em nigga
He was in the schools
Now he shooting niggas, nigga you soft
Who you fooling nigga
Don't tell him that
live because I wanna block people sometimes
Like I do not care at all who you are who are you
Who do who do who you are who you you think you are or who
of catastrophe
Tumble on a comedown from pure ecstasy
Who, who, who do you think ya fooling?
Snooze you lose, the screws, aren't patrolling for you
Get a grip, get
Palmer," said the judge, "Entertainer come to court too?"
(She say) "What you here today for?"
(Me say) "That me want fi know too"
(She say) "Listen
to classy (far too classy)
So you might want a man who's got a job (job), car (car), clothes (clothes), jewelry (jewelry)
Girl I just ain't fooling me
Come on pretty mama and dance with me
I'm a little confused by something I see
Is the fire in your eyes 'cause you're happy
Or absence of a soul
dog in my city call me Dog Dimmadome
Stuff the cheese in my pockets, I'm a walking calzone
Jumped into office just like Keke Palmer and I'm thinking
Tasha's teary eyes, her cries in times of strife,
We held her close, with love and care, within her early life.
Nimesh and Milan friends of old, who made me
that I'm not ever gonna change
It must get obvious enough, I'm the one who stays
But it must get lonely
It must get lonely
But it must get lonely
a job
Don't work for your father
He ain't no salt of the earth
In your soft little palms
Beneath the Hollywood palms
You might just do well by some
.jpg/229px-Robert-Palmer-Sunset-Strip-(edit).jpg "Robert Palmer")
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