Big Furniture

[Intro]
Yeah, Uh
Slap my wrist like you wore me
You don't know my friend like oh shit, oh no
I want to hold more-
Whack your big white key you freak, you joke oh

[Verse 1]
You said "what a pre"
I roll in my doubt
I call it my default
Set my mind, call me in the morn
You bring up, we smoke today
And in the morning we talk about, our curtain game

[Verse 2]
Talk about me, talk about her
Turn it back there, turn it back
You'll find a friend who'll know about trucks
There's no time, there's no time
Yeah there's no time left to find your best friend
Where is he gone?
Where did he go?
Before you fell and worried about your best friend is not beat by the cum tree shock, oh
Where did he go?
Where did he go?
Find your best friend under a pile of clothes

[Verse 3]
Oh my god, I found you!
Yeah, they're talking about you
(I wish I would fall, I wash off the blood off my face)
Get you a French, Romania
(Now I use my own paddle over my face)
They're gonna find you dude
(I used to be really proud of my face)
They're gonna find, they're gonna find, gonna find you dude
Gonna find you dude
(I used to be really proud of my face)

[Breakdown]
Yeah, yeah, here we go
Yeah, uh
Monkey in the closet, monkey in the roof
Monkey on my shoulder, monkey with a broom
Monkey with a friend, monkey with an uncle
Monkey in a place called the motherfucking jungle
Yuh, yeah yeah, keep the cups, keep the cups, keep the cups
E, oh, wah, oh
I'm gonna take a shit
Eat it, oh
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