Chorus I like hot girls Girls Verse (All) I like hot girls, really really hot How hot? Too hot to trot Great teeth and her Dad is nice to me Scholarship, she goes to school for free When we’re not together I really miss her I practice on my pillow so I’m good when I kiss her We spoon with each other when we take naps She’s my perfect match When I’m around her I get nervous She fills my life with purpose She’s got one of those angel faces Plus she even bathes on a regular basis She even loves the gospel She volunteers at the local hospital All my friends are jealous (back off assholes) But I don’t hold it against them they’re really great guys Chorus Verse (All) I like hot girls, hot girls are cool How cool? Too cool for school Girls like good listeners Sensitive guys who pick up the tab at dinners Trustworthy, someone to rely on Drinks in moderations, lets bygones be bygones I’ll always open the door, and open the car door When I’m behaving lazy I’ll try harder Sharply-dressed, muscles, brawn Clean-cut with a good cologne on Tough guys who drive trucks If you mess with them, they’ll kick your butt In the bedroom, they take the lead Sweep you off your feet, make you heavily breathe Big hands and big feet, you know what that means What else is big? Chorus

Chorus Chillin’ in my v-neck tryna’ get my “d” wet Verse (Wizard Lips) I’m straight up chillin’ in my v-neck tryna’ get my “d” wet Balls are turning blue tonight I gots to get my needs met Fuck your crew neck, fuck your popped collar I’m only rocking deep v’s and wish my dick was smaller You can be my main bitch, my infatuation You got me suffering from pre-mature ejaculation Oh shit, see what I mean? I just nutted all inside of my designer jeans Chorus Verse (The Ref) Chillin’ in my v-neck tryna’ get my “d” wet I’m inside, you outside in the back of the line With no bitch depressed I’m posted, like a post-it I’m looking so good let me post this Ladies love when my chest-hair show No shit, it’s the fucking best dude Uh like dude, I’m the fucking best dude I talk about it cause I be about it don’t ya know? About to turn this dry spell into an overflow Chorus Verse (Sgt. Love) Chillin’ in my v-neck tryna’ get my “d” wet Collar bone showing while she going on the defense Bitch it ain’t no pretense I’m working on the weekends Fucking the same girlies who asking you “Can’t we just be friends?” Nah I get my penis, deeper than my “v” is Pump from the gym and some balling ass Adidas I’m tryna’ make a fetus Taking all them needy bitches and teaching em’ where they knees is

Chorus Wanna change, need to change But I’m kinda the same Wanna change, need to change, try to change But it turns out, I’m basically the same Try to change, need to change, wanna change But I’m more or less the same Wanna change, need to change, gotta change But I’m basically the same Verse (The Ref) I used to come over and swoop you in my Mom’s whip, yup I was broke so I would take the money from the glove compartment Sorry Mom That fifty bucks was just enough for me to take you to Denny’s Then pocket thirty-five dollars and tip the server in pennies I’m a frugal mother-fucker Is that the reason you left me? Quit playin’, give me the truth The closer I get to you the more I’m sayin’ Chorus Wanna change, need to change But I’m kinda the same Wanna change, need to change, try to change But it turns out, I’m basically the same Try to change, need to change But I’m probably going to stay the same Wanna change, need to change, gotta change But I’m basically the same Verse (Sgt. Love) I know I told you it’d be different I was so rude and belligerent That was back then, I was ignorant I’ve been working real hard on expressing myself So, give me another chance to hump you And I’ll steal your heart girl, get it thumping And we get in the bedroom start to coupling, fumbling I’ll be your husband And I know that time’s been cruel to ya Wish I could highlight the past and edit undo for ya But not a lot’s change round’ here Same heart, same mind, same nice dick Chorus Wanna change, need to change Tried to change but I’m probably the same Wanna change, need to change, try to change But I’m basically the same Know I could change but I’m kinda the same Yeah, I’m still the same Wanna change, need to change, gotta change But I’m basically the same Verse (Wizard Lips) Girl, thought you and me were destined Then you caught me butt-naked with your best friend Then you started feeling threatened Probably because you saw me having sex with your best friend But you should keep your head up shawty’ Cause I pictured your head on her body See every time our hips were thrusting Felt like our souls were touching Girl I know it was scary to see Me making love vicariously But baby you know it’s true Only fucked her to get closer to you So let’s take it all back to before The day you caught me on your friend’s back door I care too much about you And I promise I’ll never fuck another girls without you

Verse (Wizard Lips) I’m straight out the Hamptons born and raised Collecting interest like I’m JP Morgan-Chase My Dad’s a CFO at Sheraton So when my parents die I’m a have a baller ass inheritance Shit, I got that trust fund money I got that hundred G’s in my slush fund money Cha-ching motherfucker I’m a rich kid You ain’t gotta like it, but your bitch did I went to private schools, on my private jet I’m tryna’ find a honey who hasn’t seen my privates yet I got diamonds in my semen And my home videos are narrated by Morgan Freeman Chorus I’m a millionaire Hair slick back, hand on my sack Verse (The Ref) Whippin’ in the Range Rove Got maids on the payroll I got a penthouse view, from a penthouse suite With a penthouse bitch, from Penthouse magazine See, I ain’t worried about the cost I got money in the vault backed with gold I got so much gold I dive in it like the Duck Tales intro sequence I’m draped in sequins I could’ve bought the Dallas Mavericks Or the Dallas Cowboys from Jerry Jones But I just put in an offer to own the globe I’m super important I’m like Mike Jordan I like Mike Jordan I’ll Skype Mike Jordan Fuck that, I’ll fight Mike Jordan I’ll fucking end Mike Jordan I am Mike Jordan I fucking been Mike Jordan Bridge (Wizard Lips) You just witnessed the transformation Of a boy to a man to a millionaire Into mother fucking Michael Jordan Supporting role in Space Jam (1995) Best movie of my childhood Bringing back strange feelings Verse (Sgt. Love) Just had all my germs removed In my home clinic I hardly ever use Profits so profuse Time to scramble up them golden eggs And roast a fucking golden-goose Try and shoot, can’t score on my credit Money so liquid I wet the bed with it Millionaire tycoon I’m like the ghost of Reagan and Ayn Rand in the same dude My oil straight crude I’m gambling in foreign food I’m way above the law Catch me golfing in the fucking nude Chorus

Verse (The Ref) T.V.P. on that comeback tip Like Timberlake, J.C., Lance, Joey and Chris Co-sign that shit I lip-sync some ‘N Sync Flip to my front camera and Vine that shit I got a Chipotle burrito As I eat it I’m tweeting Cause this Chipotle chicken burrito is fucking delicious I’m missing stop signs, stop lights Speeding in the school zones Reckless I let my thumbs do the talking when I’m Chorus Textin’ and drivin’ I’m always textin’ and drivin’ Swerve Verse (Wizard Lips) I got my girl with me On the ride home Her name Siri She the apple of my iPhone Catch me swerving in the hatchback Hopping up and down the curb while I SnapChat I ain’t concerned about the photo radar But shit I’m streaming so much I might go over my data Set my fantasy line-up Yeah, we going to the Super Bowl I ain’t distracted dude I got this shit on cruise-control Chorus Verse (Sgt. Love) I’m driving while I’m texting Swerving round’ pedestrians Hoping Terry Gross gone pose another question Auxiliary cable tangled round’ the gas pedal Double-double animal style on my lap Is starting to dribble a little On my slacks, got a text back So I text back real fast I’m passing bitches left and right in my economy-sized sedan Damn, catch me driving Route 66 taking dick pics And FaceTiming chicks with fake tits Chorus I’m only texting when the motor’s on Hashtag I don’t give no fuck Winky face emoticon

Chorus Jesus Christ came inside of me Showed me how my inside oughta’ be Taught me all the things that’s wrong with me He will return he promised me Verse (Wizard Lips, Sgt. Love) Brothers and Sisters My name is Gabriel I got just the thing If you’re looking to save your soul Gabriel, Gabriel Speak his word Show us how the meek will inherit the Earth Eat his body, drink his blood Build an Arc to escape his flood The rapture, the final battle with Satan Don’t know about ya’ll but I’m tired of waiting Chorus Bridge He gave sight to the blind (He did) Turned water into wine (He did) Saved mankind (he did) He will bring the end of time (he will) Verse (Wizard Lips, Sgt. Love) Die faggots and burn in Hell You Jews can to and Muslims as well Adulterers, blasphemers Those who are deaf to their pastors words Those who don’t believe in the Afterworld Will fry down in Hell like a casserole Now Adam and Eve, that’s natural It’s in the Holy book, that’s factual Chorus

Chorus As long as you get that period As long as you get that period again, and again Verse (Sgt. Love) Almost made me wanna sing When I saw that string sticking out So white and clean, what a relief Phew, knowing no miniature me be popping out of you Anytime soon Scared cause I blew all up in your who-who Who the daddy? Me, no Just a twenty-something rolling in the sheets Til’ I find a warm hole And I hope you know I won’t buy no pampers But I’ll definitely buy them tampons When you go through what you go Help you meet your monthly goal Help you with your breathing techniques When I put it in your butthole Cause every time that time of the month come round’ I’m proud as any father I know Chorus Verse (Wizard Lips) Can’t believe you forgot to refill your prescription For microgestin Just like an Arizona Cardinal’s quarterback Could’ve used some protection Now I’m looking at the calendar stressing Wondering why you ain’t PMSin’ Then we headed to the CVS tryna find a pregnancy test When you finally got that flow Like Progressive Auto Insurance Saw you in your handbag reaching for a Tampax I could understand that your ovaries hurting To tell the truth, I don’t know if I could hold it down If I saw a lil’ Wiz in the ultrasound But now that you menstruating We can go on dating, baby Chorus Verse (The Ref) Netflix, no stressing Cause now I’m sitting in the best spot It was late like a half of a day But she called me to say that she got that red box Just pick one when the mood is strong I never understood why you took so long Cause we always fuck while the movie’s on So whats it matter what movie’s on? Booty uh, boobies uh That moment was precious Only lasted four seconds But you got that ass that got me asking for seconds Let me get another plate And you can be up on your way, baby

Chorus Grown man slumber party Three grown men spending the night at the Grown man slumber party Three grown ass men having a slumber party Verse (All) This is the best conference call I’ve ever taken before And guess what? (What?) I just got to the store Did you remember the checklist? If you didn’t, I’ll text it Yeah I got it a twelve-pack of Pepsi Cola and Chex Mix Chocolate cinnamon straws, a gallon of milk, and some Nesquik Give me them Cap’n Crunch Berries and some Eggos for breakfast I’ll be there in a second I’ll be there in a hurry Just got to stop and get Homeward Bound: The Incredible Journey Chorus Grown man slumber party Three grown men getting supplies for the Grown man slumber party Pack and overnight bag and head to the slumber party Verse (All) Welcome to my home, let’s get it started What we got planned in the fun department? Nintendo Gamecube, basic cable, bunch of junk-food on the kitchen table Got a great tale on VHS, two dogs and a cat Won’t spoil the rest A big trampoline with a safety net and porn Jumping on the tramp with some raging wood (And listening to Jock Jams) Pepsi Cola really tasting good (Especially on the rocks man) Fruit by the Foot, Ritz Bitz, Dunkaroos, Capri-Sun pouches Dressed-up, blacked out Hit the streets T.P. some houses Chorus Grown man slumber party Three grown men sneaking out after curfew Grown man slumber party Three grown ass men who technically don’t have a curfew Verse (All) Headed outside with the Charmin Ultra Saturday night fever like John Travolta Chucking rolls, doing tuck and rolls Misdemeanors, man fuck the po’s Let’s raise the stakes start doorbell ditching Breaking, entering, flooding kitchens Plant a virus on the home computer Steal the keys to the PT Cruiser Going thrity-five in a residential This slumber party’s got new potential New essentials, nicotine, air-soft guns and gasoline Kidnap a bum, interrogate him Smell like shit, wash him, bathe him Now we got a hostage, gotta be cautious Fuck it let’s kill him Cut our losses Chorus Grown man slumber party Three grown men losing touch with reality Grown man slumber party Three grown ass men committing pre-meditated murder And then robbing a Payless Shoe Store And then grieving the loss of a transient Grown man slumber party Getting drunk at a titty bar and fighting the bouncer Grown man slumber party Doing whiskey, cocaine, Xanax and mushrooms Grown man slumber party Robo-tripping and starting a brush fire Grown man slumber party Smoking forty-x Salvia and speaking in fluid Klingon Grown man slumber party I just shit my pants and I’m jerking off in the front yard Looks like the cops are pulling up in the driveway I didn’t think this would be my last grown man slumber party Old man slumber party All my best friends are dying Dead man slumber party Being creepy through the Ouija board at little boys slumber partys’ Living in a haunted graveyard That the demolition team just turned into a school yard Reincarnation Into a little school boy who’s invited to a slumber party It was an old man, to a dead man, to a little boy To a grown man slumber party I asked my mom, and she said, “Yes” If I could sleep over at my friends Parents just don’t understand They don’t understand Parents just don’t understand Yeah, put your hands together If you’ve ever felt what it’s like to be alone To be misunderstood To never have any of the fucking answers Alright, thank you so much We wrote this song about a slumber party