Stuck in My Head
She so sweet
She so sweet
Cute and vainglorious
Cute little geek
Cute little dimple
On her cute little cheek
Wit' a cute little apartment
On a cute little street
Where they sip latte's
And expensive ass entree's
On expensive ass trains
They look at me the wrong way
Where they have like' lawyers and painters
Diamonds, fiancee's
And hipsters that say things
Like "this is too mainstream"
Low-class women, wit' expensive ass living
Shop to you drop, love by submission
Loves my intentions but hates my persistence
She love herself so much she prolly' bates to her pictures
She goes on FaceTime and she shows me her legs
But in real-time she really knows I'm a zed
Can't enjoy life because I live wit' the dead
Can't enjoy life, what a life
Now every thing is stuck in my head
Stuck in my head
Too much damn ugly thoughts stuck in my head
Women, women, women, women
All in my head
Twerk, twerk, twerk
Twerk for the dead
Now it's stuck in my head
Stuck in my head
All these damn ugly thoughts stuck in my head
Women, women, women, women
All in my head
Twerk, twerk, twerk
Twerk for the dead
She so unique
She so unique
And she's bilingual
Jeez that makes me weak
(Ooo!)
Her favorite song is Radiohead "creep"
(Ooo!)
My favorite song is Regina Spektor "Eet"
She loathe's me every week
And never skips a beat
We drown til' we mad
And we yell til' we heap
Those peas in that pod really reek
The smell makes me (cough)
I'll fuck around and leak
All that bleach in your hair left your skull full of air
She said "looks who's fucking talking wit' those gauges in your ear"
"You wannabe white boy"
I'm like "you racist slut"
The rugs in the air now we fucking on the chair
She screams "I hate you"
While the loves in the air
Now we hug in the air
As it all disappear
Can't enjoy life because I live wit' the dead
Can't enjoy life, but that's life
Now every thing is stuck in my head
Stuck in my head
Too much damn ugly thoughts stuck in my head
Women, women, women, women
All in my head
Twerk, twerk, twerk
Twerk for the dead
Now she's stuck in my head
Stuck in my head
Too much damn ugly thoughts stuck in my head
Women, women, women, women
All in my head
Twerk, twerk, twerk
Twerk for the dead
Don't ask me when but ask me why
Don't ask me how but ask me where
There is a road, there is a way
There is a place, there is a place
I know places we can go, babe
I know places we can go, babe
Where the highs won't bring you down, babe
No, the highs won't you there, babe
She so sweet
Cute and vainglorious
Cute little geek
Cute little dimple
On her cute little cheek
Wit' a cute little apartment
On a cute little street
Where they sip latte's
And expensive ass entree's
On expensive ass trains
They look at me the wrong way
Where they have like' lawyers and painters
Diamonds, fiancee's
And hipsters that say things
Like "this is too mainstream"
Low-class women, wit' expensive ass living
Shop to you drop, love by submission
Loves my intentions but hates my persistence
She love herself so much she prolly' bates to her pictures
She goes on FaceTime and she shows me her legs
But in real-time she really knows I'm a zed
Can't enjoy life because I live wit' the dead
Can't enjoy life, what a life
Now every thing is stuck in my head
Stuck in my head
Too much damn ugly thoughts stuck in my head
Women, women, women, women
All in my head
Twerk, twerk, twerk
Twerk for the dead
Now it's stuck in my head
Stuck in my head
All these damn ugly thoughts stuck in my head
Women, women, women, women
All in my head
Twerk, twerk, twerk
Twerk for the dead
She so unique
She so unique
And she's bilingual
Jeez that makes me weak
(Ooo!)
Her favorite song is Radiohead "creep"
(Ooo!)
My favorite song is Regina Spektor "Eet"
She loathe's me every week
And never skips a beat
We drown til' we mad
And we yell til' we heap
Those peas in that pod really reek
The smell makes me (cough)
I'll fuck around and leak
All that bleach in your hair left your skull full of air
She said "looks who's fucking talking wit' those gauges in your ear"
"You wannabe white boy"
I'm like "you racist slut"
The rugs in the air now we fucking on the chair
She screams "I hate you"
While the loves in the air
Now we hug in the air
As it all disappear
Can't enjoy life because I live wit' the dead
Can't enjoy life, but that's life
Now every thing is stuck in my head
Stuck in my head
Too much damn ugly thoughts stuck in my head
Women, women, women, women
All in my head
Twerk, twerk, twerk
Twerk for the dead
Now she's stuck in my head
Stuck in my head
Too much damn ugly thoughts stuck in my head
Women, women, women, women
All in my head
Twerk, twerk, twerk
Twerk for the dead
Don't ask me when but ask me why
Don't ask me how but ask me where
There is a road, there is a way
There is a place, there is a place
I know places we can go, babe
I know places we can go, babe
Where the highs won't bring you down, babe
No, the highs won't you there, babe
Credits
Writer(s): Darrean Johnson
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