To Think I Thought

Lyrics

[Intro] Shut up, stop it Ow! Hoo, hoo, ooh C'mon [Verse 1] Sweet greet drizzle thee, oh that's your high She's givin' them delirium tremors She's takin' off everything, knife of the crowd Says somethin' about me makes her do better [Pre-Chorus] Her legs are flailing, she's having babies That does not matter 'cause there's just one thing to know [Chorus] That said, my baby's on something My baby's on something good, hey hey My baby's on something So shut up, bitch and give me some of that shit [Post-Chorus] Hoo-hoo, hoo-hoo [Verse 2] I'm dreamin' down San Diego, the fat police all stare Ah, the cop car does not matter Hell, modern this summer I just wanna make all your grand illusions of me be shattered! [Pre-Chorus 2] She's legs are flailing, she gave me rabies That does not matter 'cause there's just one thing to know [Chorus] That said, my baby's on something My baby's on something good, yeah yeah My baby's on something So shut up, bitch, and give me some of that Shit [Post-Chorus] Hoo-hoo, hoo-hoo (oh my God it's so hot, I swear) Oh, oh, ho ho Yeah yeah, yeah yeah! Ow! (and I think, I think, I think) Ow! Aaow! [Pre-Chorus] Her legs are blailing, she's having babies That does not matter cause there's just one thing to know [Chorus] That said, my baby's on something My baby's on something good, yeah yeah My baby's on something So shut up, bitch and give me some of that Shit [Post-Chorus] Hoo-hoo, hoo-hoo Hoo-hoo, hoo-hoo (oh my God, look at my [?], sitting on my [?] holy shit) Oh yeah-heah, yeah-heah (oh God, and the [?] talking) Aaow! (oh, God, the TV's on) (Oh God, it's [?], [?] encyclopedias [?], it was the girl from Playboy magazine and, boy, she was so fine looking, oh, I swear, I swear, give me the penthouse now!)