Quiet On Set
Shh!
Quiet on set (run it)
I've been taking my bets (frontin')
I've been paying my debts (love it)
I've been stealing Corvettes (stuntin')
Ooh, quiet on set (run it)
I been fucked in the head (frontin')
I ain't leaving my bed (love it)
The work been killing me dead (stuntin')
Killin' me, killin' me, killin' me
I just want to protect my energy
Ain't got no time for the frenemies
Eating my ass like the human centipede
Whoa, hold your horse, back it up
What's better than two girls, two cups
What's better than a two-buck good nut
What's better than fries and a chicken lunch
Hey guys, should I Postmates Chuck-E-Cheese?
Wait, ain't no Chuck-E-Cheese in Los Feliz
Wait, there ain't no steeze if there ain't grease
Unless you order that Sugarfish sushi, ooh!
Quiet on set (run it)
I've been taking my bets (frontin')
I've been paying my debts (love it)
I've been stealing Corvettes (stuntin')
Quiet on set (run it)
I been fucked in the head (frontin')
I ain't leaving my bed (love it)
The work been killing me dead (bang, bang)
Killin' me, killin' me, killin' me
Whoa, whoa
Killin' me, killin' me, killin' me
Whoa, whoa
I don't got things to say
I'm so bored, I'ma pass away
Going off the deep end like Foushee
I'm cracked the surface, crème brûlée
Don't fly, me oh my (yep)
Orgy at Five Guys with five guys (yep)
That's ten guys and holy Christ (yep)
I've never seen more nuts in my life
I don't wanna be a Debbie, Debbie, Debbie, Debbie
Debbie, Debbie, Debbie, Debbie, Debbie Downer
Debbie, Debbie, Debbie, Debbie
Debbie, Debbie, Debbie, Debbie, Debbie Downer
Quiet on set (run it)
I've been taking my bets (frontin')
I've been paying my debts (love it)
I've been stealing Corvettes (stuntin')
Ooh, quiet on set (run it)
I been fucked in the head (frontin')
I ain't leaving my bed (love it)
The work been killing me dead (bang, bang)
Uh, I'm a little baby
And I went to the store with my mommy
And then, and then I, I couldn't find anyone
Then, I-I-I asked this old lady what she would
What she would do and if she could help me find my mommy
And, and then she took me out to her car
And I got in the car and-and, and then we went- she had a bunch of candy
And then we went over- out-out to the other person's house
And um, and then I fell down and uh
And I, and I, I got this skid on my face 'cause I fell down
And- but then she took me back to the store and I found my mom
But everyone was, seemed really mad at me
But I-I-I wasn't I, I-I didn't do anything wrong
Quiet on set (run it)
I've been taking my bets (frontin')
I've been paying my debts (love it)
I've been stealing Corvettes (stuntin')
Ooh, quiet on set (run it)
I been fucked in the head (frontin')
I ain't leaving my bed (love it)
The work been killing me dead (stuntin')
Killin' me, killin' me, killin' me
I just want to protect my energy
Ain't got no time for the frenemies
Eating my ass like the human centipede
Whoa, hold your horse, back it up
What's better than two girls, two cups
What's better than a two-buck good nut
What's better than fries and a chicken lunch
Hey guys, should I Postmates Chuck-E-Cheese?
Wait, ain't no Chuck-E-Cheese in Los Feliz
Wait, there ain't no steeze if there ain't grease
Unless you order that Sugarfish sushi, ooh!
Quiet on set (run it)
I've been taking my bets (frontin')
I've been paying my debts (love it)
I've been stealing Corvettes (stuntin')
Quiet on set (run it)
I been fucked in the head (frontin')
I ain't leaving my bed (love it)
The work been killing me dead (bang, bang)
Killin' me, killin' me, killin' me
Whoa, whoa
Killin' me, killin' me, killin' me
Whoa, whoa
I don't got things to say
I'm so bored, I'ma pass away
Going off the deep end like Foushee
I'm cracked the surface, crème brûlée
Don't fly, me oh my (yep)
Orgy at Five Guys with five guys (yep)
That's ten guys and holy Christ (yep)
I've never seen more nuts in my life
I don't wanna be a Debbie, Debbie, Debbie, Debbie
Debbie, Debbie, Debbie, Debbie, Debbie Downer
Debbie, Debbie, Debbie, Debbie
Debbie, Debbie, Debbie, Debbie, Debbie Downer
Quiet on set (run it)
I've been taking my bets (frontin')
I've been paying my debts (love it)
I've been stealing Corvettes (stuntin')
Ooh, quiet on set (run it)
I been fucked in the head (frontin')
I ain't leaving my bed (love it)
The work been killing me dead (bang, bang)
Uh, I'm a little baby
And I went to the store with my mommy
And then, and then I, I couldn't find anyone
Then, I-I-I asked this old lady what she would
What she would do and if she could help me find my mommy
And, and then she took me out to her car
And I got in the car and-and, and then we went- she had a bunch of candy
And then we went over- out-out to the other person's house
And um, and then I fell down and uh
And I, and I, I got this skid on my face 'cause I fell down
And- but then she took me back to the store and I found my mom
But everyone was, seemed really mad at me
But I-I-I wasn't I, I-I didn't do anything wrong
Credits
Writer(s): Elie Jay Rizk, Jared Solomon, Remi Wolf
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