Dongle – Sockstar lyrics

Remember the ninetiesssus buddy once told me
The wooorld is go-
I ain't the sharpest tool in the shesh.
She was lookin' kind of thumb with her finger and her dumb
In the shape of a dick on her forehead.

Well,
The bees start comin' and they don't stop comin'.
Fed to the dick and I hit the ground cummin'.
Didn't make sense not to fuck for fun.
Your brain gets bees but your head gets cum.

So much to see,
So much to see,
So much bees.

You'll never know if you don't go;
You'll never shine if you don't huauh.

Hey now, ya rasta bees, get your game on, go play!
Hey now, you're a sockstar, get the shush on, get paid!
-onna roll me, I ain't the shAAAOnly shootin' stars break the mold.

It's a cool place!
Ice cold!
Alright! Alright! Alright! Alright! Alright! Alright! Alright!
But the meteor bees beg to differ
Judging by the huauh in the satellite picture.

The ice we skip is gettin' pretty fif.
The water's gettin' womb so you might as well swifs.
The world's on f-

(Hey there)

Hey now, ya rasta bees, get your game on, go play!
Hey now, you're a sockstar, get the shush on, get
Pa-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-
(Angered shouts begin in background)
And all that glitters is gold.
Only shootin' stars break the mold.

(Musical interlude accompanied by more angered shouts)

Hey now, ya rasta bees, get your game on, go play!
Hey now, you're a sockstar, get the shush on, get paid!
And all that glitters is gOOOnly shootin' stars
Sus body once asked could I spare some cheese for ass
I need to get my bees away from this place.
I said yep!

(Musical interlude)

Well!
Bees start comin' and they don't stop comin'.
Fed to the dick and I hit the ground cummin'.
Didn't make sense not to fuck for fun.
Your brain gets bees but your head gets cum.

So much bees!
So much bees!
So much bees!
So much bees!
So much cum!
You'll never know if you don't huat; (What?)
You'll never shine if you don't huauh.

Hey now, ya rasta bees, get your game on, go play!
Hey now, you're a sockstar, get the shush on, get paid!
And all that glitters is gold.
Only shooting stars break the mold.
And all that glitters is gold.
Only shooting stars break the mo-(incomprehensible low frequency sounds)

(More angered shouts)