Yeah, we’re not kicking sh#t, but the balls rolling (balls rolling)
Yeah, she got her chips, eh, but I’m all in
In her solar system, I’m in orbit (I’m in orbit)
In her solar system, I’m in orbit (I’m in orbit)
Keep scrolling (keep scrolling)
L.M.F.A.O, yeah, lit trolling (trollface)
Had my first date in a suicide bunker (bunker)
I hit second base at Heaven’s gate
Yeah, f#ck a phone number (phone number)
On the third day, the lightning-thunder had struck her (bumbum)
She fell back to Earth’s surface to run home
Love torn asunder (okay okay)
I had extensive debates about unspoken discussions (discussions)
Typing taxonomies of all of the types of the touches (dada da da)
Now our corneas playing no type of symphony
No french horn, timpani, dissonance rendered vividly
Paving up paradise, I’m a parking lot attendee
In this room, domesticating these elephants (these elephants)
Yeah, we’re not kicking sh#t, but the balls rolling (balls rolling)
Yeah, she got her chips, eh, but I’m all in-uh
In her solar system, I’m in orbit (I’m in orbit)
In her solar system, I’m in orbit (I’m in orbit)
Keep scrolling (keep scrolling)
LMFAO, yeah, lit trolling (trollface)
Musical theater, guys and dolls (dolls)
Jumping through hoops over ten foot poles (po-poles)
Starryeyed starlets, I’m searching for a star that glows (yeah)
Resumé full of satisfied skulls (dtp tp dp i’m a hired gun)
Found her tapping letters on phones in a alphabet of her own
Vanna White, Vogue, Wheels of fortune running on chrome (chrome)
Leaving Alex Trebeks for the viewers at home
She asked “Why’s everything chrome?” (chrome)
That’s the only thing I know (knowwohhhoo)
She selling these dreams (these dreams)
They still buy ’em in bulk (bop bop ba ba)
Raising her prices weekly, they still go and indulge (da da da da)
Critics give her advices, but she got her results (da da da da)
Making her simulation, manicuring her pulse (pulse)
The lights never come on at this club (this club thisclub)
Bottles getting popped in the crib
We share social security pins
But when a chord hits atonal notes, someones getting X’d off lists
Exposition to a tragic end
Church Top 40, singing these hymns
All about my b#tch, yeah, keep scrolling (keep scrolling)
Yeah, she got her chips, eh, but I’m all-in (allin)
We’re not kicking sh#t, but the balls rolling (balls rolling)
In her solar system, I’m in orbit, yeah
All about my b#tch, yeah, keep scrolling (keep scrolling)
LMFAO, yeah, lit trolling, ah
We’re not kicking sh#t, but the balls rolling, ah
In her solar system, I’m in orbit, yeah
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