No Action

What, what?
Fuck you Ryan Kaltman
You're a bitch

I ain't seen any action since I left home
No nothin' not a kiss, not a hand hold
There's no one special, no one pleasing the Bubby Boy
I swear I got more action, when I was a Chubby Boy (I was fat)
I stay wishin' I'll say the right shit
Be righteous, to the right bitch
It's been too long, I might flip
Boutta' gouge my eyes out with an ice pick
Boutta' get a prostitute for sex and price it
Cause I ain't gettin none here, and that's the word to the bird
Call that power to the people, and we murder the bird (what?)
But they ain't touchin' my bird, get it?
I call it a pecker
And the pecker packin' wood
There's always someone who's better than me
But I'm free
Don't gotta cater to needs
Don't have to smoke 3 times a week (she hated weed!)
I'm off topic, I'll back up she was crazy (she's nuts)
She went and dated my best friend (w-w-wait they did what?)
It don't matter, I'm an independent man
Depending on myself, and I don't need to hold a hand
Who the fuck am I kidding, I'm close to losing my mind
I need to find a girl who's taking me to town for the time
Of my life
I needa find me a wife (needa wife)
Who's gonna take care of me
Needa marry some therapy
I tie it like a knot
When the farm is scary
Knotts berry farm, the play on words was magic (poof)
I call it fairy
Go back to what I was sayin, I'm finding it amazing
I'm over here picking my poison
All these girls are satan
Doin devilish deeds down in the depths of hell
It's a bit far, it's a joke, you couldn't tell?
Jokes aside there's nothing wrong with the women
I'm just a fish out of water, but i need to keep swimming
There's no action for me
And I'm learnin to love it
Ima stay independent
Word to bubby
Said Fuck It



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Writer(s): Ryan Kaltman
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