Star Chaser - Cassette Cartel (Bad Harvest Remix)

[Verse 1]

If the woman I marry doesn’t watch QI
Know that I’m not in love, I’ve just settled (I’ve just settled)
Boil the kettle, rid of the toxins
Show her the door and open it like my dick, where the knob ends (knob ends)
I’ve been talking to this girl on Tinder like all day
This girl talk about herself that much I think I might turn gay
I ask her to send me nudes, she tells me check her Tumblr
Boob pic, boob pic, boob pic oh there’s that muffler
Girl I wanna get with you and cause some commotion
Put my ear to your pussy, all I hear is Frank Ocean
Your hands are cold, I don’t think its anything to do with the lotion
Matter of fact I think its that you’re void of all emotion
I’m sick of chasing the stars, I wanna be the one chased
But even when I’m not eating out, I’m absolutely cunt faced
I’m on the fix, I can see the end, it’s looking like Chris Farley
If not by drugs, then I’m sure to drown in all of this malted Barley
This scotch has more years on it than I’ve marked on my calendar
Controversy like Salinger, I’m a Disaster like the Challenger
I’ve made it further than 73 seconds but I’ve had enough
Bad Harvest, what the fuck