My Music, Your Lyrics

[Intro]
Yesterday, I asked you to help me write a song.
I would provide the music, and you would provide the lyrics.
Let's see if it worked.

[Verse]
Let's start it off, one, three, two
I get dem bitches in Malibu (sure you do)
I'm fresher than you
No need to be rude
Oh, check your privilege, yo
Shoulda used more lube
I don't like songs
It's snowing on Mount Fuji
I don't know what to do
I'm coming for that booty
Grandpa stop touching me
Your lips are like gravy
Jack makes us write his songs 'cause he lazy
And no, Dad I told you I'm not gay
Shut up, Mom 'cause it's not a phase!
What do I do? I don't get it. Does this count?
Ayy LMAO
When in doubt, pull it out
Don't be upsetti, have some spaghetti
It's dangerous to go alone; take this. My body is ready!
I only watch your videos while I'm high
Songs are hard but so am I
Well if you wanted honesty, that's all you had to say
For the love of God, please stop saying "bae"
Baby don't hurt me.
I'm freezing can it hurry?
Two thirds of the world's eggplants are produced in New Jersey
Get in the van, Joe
Where did my dad go?
Please don't include me in your video
Obama is my daddy,
and don't even touch me
I wish my dad would hug me
And Kermit the Frog likes to eat kid bologna
Whoa, stop oppressing me
I'm lonely
Stop all the videos and cut off the WiFi
Life is insignificant, in the end we all die.