(Chorus - Barbara Moleko)
All guys have something smart to say
But I will ne-ever
Give it up, give it up to you
Give it up, give it up, oh
My swag is completely my own
It's way too much for you
So give it up, give it up, sugar
Give it up, give it up, oh
(Verse 1)
She's full on blown
It can be seen on her full moon face.
Bedchamber eyes, intimate look and fake lips
Made to look adorable even when she cries
Over broken glass, champagne stains
Epaney bubbles with expensive labels
Her mother has raised a heartbreaker
But I'm like kush, and she needs a pusher
I have a finger on the weight
'Cause we only fuck on the top, so we're fucking the view
But she turns on me consistently like a gramophone
'Cause it's not true what they're singing on the radio.
(Chorus)
(Verse 2)
She says she only sees me when she's dreaming
But you can't lie to a liar
With lipstick smeared on the neck
And I've never really learned how to dance waltz
'Cause bitch I'm a rock'n'roller
Potent Peruvian powder
Like Binzer on fucking lines
Skaløe in Himalayan
I'm Strunge with black wings
Cumshots in your face glimmer
'Cause baby it's so fashionable
To be a fuckhead
But that matches a fashionista
So the two of us are indestructible
It all goes crooked like a tourist in Pisa
'Cause she eats men raw, no skeezer
(Chorus)
(Verse 3)
I'm reduced to the voice mail, no messages left
Except for a short one where she heatedly said
Even if you were the last man on earth I don't think I would
'Cause you're uncool like white chocolate
Feeling used, fucked and thrown out
My friends ask why I look so worn out
And conspire, I wonder if he's begun smoking dope
But all I remember is what she said even though I thought it was a joke
You can't trust someone who can bleed for 5 days without dying
But I'm smart enough to try
So now I'm stupid enough to stand alone
All while she's laughing at me with her fucking friend