Corporate Song
In a world that's filled with wonder
Explore each other, get to know
Him and her and them
When you get them
And hey, we just gotta learn how to love people
Just love me, love me, love me!
So put your fucking hands up
It's a time to celebrate
A time to celebrate you, me, and everything
This is a corporate song, ya
I saw your mom in a corporate-ass thong, ya
I like the drums with no toms, ya
I hate the weed in the bottom of the bong
This is a corporate song, ya
I saw your mom in a corporate-ass thong, ya
I like the drums with no toms, ya
I hate the weed in the bottom of the bong
Every single time that you see me queef
(Every single time, yeah)
Every single time that you catch a sneak-peak
(I think) I think it's sideways
I think it's nice, the way you talk
You think I'm so cool
I think it's kinda weird how you think about me queefing
This is a corporate song, ya
I saw your mom in a corporate-ass thong, ya
I like the drums with no toms, ya
I hate the weed in the bottom of the bong
This is a corporate song, ya
I saw your mom in a corporate-ass thong, ya
I like the drums with no toms, ya
I hate the weed in the bottom of the bong
Hollywood bowl, (uh) where is the chips? (where is the chips?)
Hollywood bowl (Hollywood bowl), where is the dip? (Where is the dip?)
Where is the tip? (Where is the tip?)
Where is the clit? (Where is the clit?) (yeah)
(Yeah, yeah) Um, no that sucked
(Yeah) Getting out the bath, I'm drying out
Getting me the ass to talk about
Move it to the plane to fly you out
Got a couple coins jus' on my couch
Charlie Puth is a villain, I got my hitmen to hit him
I mean, I'm one in a million
I got my diaper full of pills, yeah
Cover my bills, taking a trip 'cause I'm feelin' so ill (yeah)
Violently sick, rush to the doc, dropping the whip
Feel like the president, yeah I just shit my pants
Take me away, I am Joe Biden
Rule of the day, put it in writing
Old spice, yeah, I do not roll dice, yeah
I do not think twice, yeah
I do not have lice but I did in freshman year, uh
Then I drank a beer, yeah
Then I cried a tear
'Cause I gave it to my roommate
Cyberpunk 2042, yeah
Take her to the stu', yeah
Hit her in the boob, yeah
Take her to the-
Cyberpunk 2042, yeah
Take her to the stu', yeah
Hit her in the boob, yeah
Take her to the cube, yeah
Queefin' on me, queefin' on me
Queefin' on me, queefin' on me
Queefin' on me, queefin' on me
Queefin' on me, queefin' on me
Explore each other, get to know
Him and her and them
When you get them
And hey, we just gotta learn how to love people
Just love me, love me, love me!
So put your fucking hands up
It's a time to celebrate
A time to celebrate you, me, and everything
This is a corporate song, ya
I saw your mom in a corporate-ass thong, ya
I like the drums with no toms, ya
I hate the weed in the bottom of the bong
This is a corporate song, ya
I saw your mom in a corporate-ass thong, ya
I like the drums with no toms, ya
I hate the weed in the bottom of the bong
Every single time that you see me queef
(Every single time, yeah)
Every single time that you catch a sneak-peak
(I think) I think it's sideways
I think it's nice, the way you talk
You think I'm so cool
I think it's kinda weird how you think about me queefing
This is a corporate song, ya
I saw your mom in a corporate-ass thong, ya
I like the drums with no toms, ya
I hate the weed in the bottom of the bong
This is a corporate song, ya
I saw your mom in a corporate-ass thong, ya
I like the drums with no toms, ya
I hate the weed in the bottom of the bong
Hollywood bowl, (uh) where is the chips? (where is the chips?)
Hollywood bowl (Hollywood bowl), where is the dip? (Where is the dip?)
Where is the tip? (Where is the tip?)
Where is the clit? (Where is the clit?) (yeah)
(Yeah, yeah) Um, no that sucked
(Yeah) Getting out the bath, I'm drying out
Getting me the ass to talk about
Move it to the plane to fly you out
Got a couple coins jus' on my couch
Charlie Puth is a villain, I got my hitmen to hit him
I mean, I'm one in a million
I got my diaper full of pills, yeah
Cover my bills, taking a trip 'cause I'm feelin' so ill (yeah)
Violently sick, rush to the doc, dropping the whip
Feel like the president, yeah I just shit my pants
Take me away, I am Joe Biden
Rule of the day, put it in writing
Old spice, yeah, I do not roll dice, yeah
I do not think twice, yeah
I do not have lice but I did in freshman year, uh
Then I drank a beer, yeah
Then I cried a tear
'Cause I gave it to my roommate
Cyberpunk 2042, yeah
Take her to the stu', yeah
Hit her in the boob, yeah
Take her to the-
Cyberpunk 2042, yeah
Take her to the stu', yeah
Hit her in the boob, yeah
Take her to the cube, yeah
Queefin' on me, queefin' on me
Queefin' on me, queefin' on me
Queefin' on me, queefin' on me
Queefin' on me, queefin' on me
Credits
Writer(s): Devon Vonder Schmalz, Nicholas Green
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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