Letras
I'm coming in through, coming again, coming in through and I'm coming with my friends
And I'm gonna spread that shit all over my face, I drink the focus aid, yeah I'm focusing
My fucking mind is intact, my mind isn't whack, and I'm bringing up that sack
And I'm going down the street and I'm gonna see this dude who is on a fucking bike
And he's a weird kind of guy that smiles at your face while he looks right at you
He's looking through your mask, he's looking through your soul, he's like, oh
He's coming through, yeah, he's gonna look right through you, yeah
And he's riding his motherfucking bike, yeah, oh, he's like a little duck and like, yeah
Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na
Getting real stupid, getting real weird, getting real stupid, getting real weird
I'm getting real stupid and I'm getting real weird on a Sunday in a lamp
This is how it has to be right now, because we can't have fucking concerts anymore
There's no fucking such thing as concerts anymore unless you want to try and get people sick
Do you want that?
Do you want that shit?
Do you want that fucking shit
Do you want that shit?
Do you want it
I don't know
I don't know
I don't know
I don't know, know, know, know, know, know, know, know
I've got coke on, drinking coke, a coke a coke a with Lee
Iacocca, drinking coke, a coke a coke a with Lee
Iaccoca, drinking coke, a coke a coke a with Lee Iaccoca