Incompedance (BrooksOfYork Remix)
Incompedance brooks remix vol. 1
Girlfriend gave me chores, but I don't wanna do them
Gotta be a way I can get right through them
'Bout to try a brand new form of a gaslight
Gonna make her do 'em, but first I gotta ask right
Listen babe, if I do it I'mma mess it up
Listen babe, is this the way that you wash a cup?
I can take the trash, girl
I'm not that stupid
But could you maybe show me how to do it?
Dance, Dance
About to do my little incompedance, dance
About to do my little incompedance, dance
About to do my little Incompedance, dance
About to do my little incompedance
Verse number two, and I have to build a cabinet
Promised that I'd do it last year, but I haven't yet
Really need a way I can get out of doing it
La-Z-Boy day and I don't wanna ruin it
Listen babe, I got sushi for our din-din
Listen babe, how 'bout a movie and a night in?
Now she's laughing at her man, Ryan Reynolds
$20 sushi, and that shit is paying ten-fold
Dance, Dance
About to do my little incompedance, dance
About to do my little incompedance, dance
About to do my little incompedance, dance
About to do my little incompedance, dance
About to do my little incompedance, dance
About to do my little incompedance, dance
About to do my little incompedance, dance
About to do my little incompedance
'Cause I'll tell you a secret that you always knew
We're not that dumb, we're only playing dumb with you
Help me find my shoes, even if they're on my feet
'Cause we're nothing but the devil wrapped inside a fitted sheet, baby
Dance, Dance
About to do my little incompedance, dance
About to do my little incompedance, dance
About to do my little incompedance, dance
About to do my little incompedance
Life is so simple, but it doesn't feel fair
He said he did the laundry, but it's sitting on the chair
And now you're folding t-shirts of the man you used to love
And praying for a demon that can save you from above, baby
Bitch-ass boy about to let the pans soak
Scrubbin' so soft, man, it's like his hand's broke
Gave a couple little tips, but it don't seem to faze him
Now I'm up 3 AM, saying "Who raised him?"
He's putting salad bowls all the way at the bottom
I'm 'bout to throw hands with whoever fuckin' taught him
'Cause the fires gettin' bigger, man
I don't know what to do
Brooks, buckle up, man, it's time for part two
Girlfriend gave me chores, but I don't wanna do them
Gotta be a way I can get right through them
'Bout to try a brand new form of a gaslight
Gonna make her do 'em, but first I gotta ask right
Listen babe, if I do it I'mma mess it up
Listen babe, is this the way that you wash a cup?
I can take the trash, girl
I'm not that stupid
But could you maybe show me how to do it?
Dance, Dance
About to do my little incompedance, dance
About to do my little incompedance, dance
About to do my little Incompedance, dance
About to do my little incompedance
Verse number two, and I have to build a cabinet
Promised that I'd do it last year, but I haven't yet
Really need a way I can get out of doing it
La-Z-Boy day and I don't wanna ruin it
Listen babe, I got sushi for our din-din
Listen babe, how 'bout a movie and a night in?
Now she's laughing at her man, Ryan Reynolds
$20 sushi, and that shit is paying ten-fold
Dance, Dance
About to do my little incompedance, dance
About to do my little incompedance, dance
About to do my little incompedance, dance
About to do my little incompedance, dance
About to do my little incompedance, dance
About to do my little incompedance, dance
About to do my little incompedance, dance
About to do my little incompedance
'Cause I'll tell you a secret that you always knew
We're not that dumb, we're only playing dumb with you
Help me find my shoes, even if they're on my feet
'Cause we're nothing but the devil wrapped inside a fitted sheet, baby
Dance, Dance
About to do my little incompedance, dance
About to do my little incompedance, dance
About to do my little incompedance, dance
About to do my little incompedance
Life is so simple, but it doesn't feel fair
He said he did the laundry, but it's sitting on the chair
And now you're folding t-shirts of the man you used to love
And praying for a demon that can save you from above, baby
Bitch-ass boy about to let the pans soak
Scrubbin' so soft, man, it's like his hand's broke
Gave a couple little tips, but it don't seem to faze him
Now I'm up 3 AM, saying "Who raised him?"
He's putting salad bowls all the way at the bottom
I'm 'bout to throw hands with whoever fuckin' taught him
'Cause the fires gettin' bigger, man
I don't know what to do
Brooks, buckle up, man, it's time for part two
Credits
Writer(s): David Jerome Brooks, Jeffery Maximillian Wolz, Jeffrey Maximillian Wolz
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
Link
Other Album Tracks
- Saddy-Daddy O (BrooksOfYork Remix)
- Mentrify (BrooksOfYork Remix)
- Meltdown (BrooksOfYork Remix)
- Gonegress (BrooksOfYork Remix)
- Incompedance (BrooksOfYork Remix)
- Not A Cult (BrooksOfYork Remix)
- Death For Christmas (BrooksOfYork Remix)
- Irish Goodbye (BrooksOfYork Remix)
- Gonegress II (BrooksOfYork Remix)
- Leave Her Alone (BrooksOfYork Remix)
© 2024 All rights reserved. Rockol.com S.r.l. Website image policy
Rockol
- Rockol only uses images and photos made available for promotional purposes (“for press use”) by record companies, artist managements and p.r. agencies.
- Said images are used to exert a right to report and a finality of the criticism, in a degraded mode compliant to copyright laws, and exclusively inclosed in our own informative content.
- Only non-exclusive images addressed to newspaper use and, in general, copyright-free are accepted.
- Live photos are published when licensed by photographers whose copyright is quoted.
- Rockol is available to pay the right holder a fair fee should a published image’s author be unknown at the time of publishing.
Feedback
Please immediately report the presence of images possibly not compliant with the above cases so as to quickly verify an improper use: where confirmed, we would immediately proceed to their removal.