Julia Stiles, I got
Julia Stiles, I got
Julia Stiles, I got
[Verse 1]
Hello matey, it’s me, the so shapely, overweighty fat fuck
I'm ice-cream cone crazy, Oreo tasting
My father don’t praise me
With a beach ball gut like I carry my own baby
Skin so flakey like a painting in the Louvre
Socially awkward, I'm strange and I'm aloof
They made me in a petrie dish, raised me in a tube
Now I'm driving 'round the city with a lady in my boot
Innately I'm frustrating, just a vacant kinda dude
Go walking like I'm Walter, wake up naked in a fugue
Too many buegs and I'm slower than the YouTube sloth
Wanna fuck with me? You do not
I'm fat, you should see me with my muumuu off
Now these rappers want to kiss me where my do-do was
See I smuggled in some googs in my Fubu socks
Catch me going fucking mental in a Bluejuice mosh
[Hook]
Julia Stiles, I got
Julia Stiles, I got
Julia Stiles, I got
[Verse 2]
It’s the fat fuck boy with the flabby gut
Breathing down the phone
You're like "Go away, I’m hanging up" (Grr)
But can he bust quicker than a junkie with his bally up?
Been days since he's smacking up
Don’t even get me angry, punk
See I'm frustrating myself to be around me
I'm like a twelvie towny, a real freaking Downy
Found me in your driveway, just trying to key your Audi
Wake up crying in a sweat
From a dream of Bieber drowning
Astoundingly disgusting, there’s really nothing there
In my brain, so deranged, I feel pain punching air
'Cause I can’t mow the lawn
And the neighbours love to stare
And my dad's like, "Yeah, you gotta grow a fucking pair"
And my life is solitaire but I'm too dumb for cards
Too hyper for Monopoly, I’m too drunk for bars
More obese than Toadie, got a humongous arse
Trying to fuck all the time like I’m Susan and Karl
[Outro: Julia Stiles]
I hate the way you talk to me, and the way you cut your hair
I hate the way you drive my car, I hate it when you stare
I hate your big dumb combat boots and the way you read my mind
I hate you so much it makes me sick, it even makes me rhyme
I hate the way you’re always right, I hate it when you lie
I hate it when you make me laugh, even worse when you make me cry
I hate it when you’re not around, and the fact that you didn’t call
But mostly I hate the way I don’t hate you, not even close
Not even a little bit, not even at all
[Hook]
Julia Stiles, I got
Julia Stiles, I got
Julia Stiles, I got
[Hook] Julia Stiles, I got Julia Stiles, I got Julia Stiles, I got [Verse 1] Hello matey, it’s me, the so shapely, overweighty fat fuck I'm ice-cream cone crazy, Oreo tasting My father don’t praise me With a beach ball gut like I carry my own baby Skin so flakey like a painting in the Louvre Socially awkward, I'm strange and I'm aloof They made me in a petrie dish, raised me in a tube Now I'm driving 'round the city with a lady in my boot Innately I'm frustrating, just a vacant kinda dude Go walking like I'm Walter, wake up naked in a fugue Too many buegs and I'm slower than the YouTube sloth Wanna fuck with me? You do not I'm fat, you should see me with my muumuu off Now these rappers want to kiss me where my do-do was See I smuggled in some googs in my Fubu socks Catch me going fucking mental in a Bluejuice mosh [Hook] Julia Stiles, I got Julia Stiles, I got Julia Stiles, I got [Verse 2] It’s the fat fuck boy with the flabby gut Breathing down the phone You're like "Go away, I’m hanging up" (Grr) But can he bust quicker than a junkie with his bally up? Been days since he's smacking up Don’t even get me angry, punk See I'm frustrating myself to be around me I'm like a twelvie towny, a real freaking Downy Found me in your driveway, just trying to key your Audi Wake up crying in a sweat From a dream of Bieber drowning Astoundingly disgusting, there’s really nothing there In my brain, so deranged, I feel pain punching air 'Cause I can’t mow the lawn And the neighbours love to stare And my dad's like, "Yeah, you gotta grow a fucking pair" And my life is solitaire but I'm too dumb for cards Too hyper for Monopoly, I’m too drunk for bars More obese than Toadie, got a humongous arse Trying to fuck all the time like I’m Susan and Karl [Outro: Julia Stiles] I hate the way you talk to me, and the way you cut your hair I hate the way you drive my car, I hate it when you stare I hate your big dumb combat boots and the way you read my mind I hate you so much it makes me sick, it even makes me rhyme I hate the way you’re always right, I hate it when you lie I hate it when you make me laugh, even worse when you make me cry I hate it when you’re not around, and the fact that you didn’t call But mostly I hate the way I don’t hate you, not even close Not even a little bit, not even at all [Hook] Julia Stiles, I got Julia Stiles, I got Julia Stiles, I got Explain Request ×
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