A formula, music and love yourself, forgetting all of the above If we can't join the fools, maybe beat them If you're not playin' ball, you can eat them
An easy lay, yeah, no such luck With such a brain, how can I talk so much? She said, "Get it straight, or get it not the only one who can make me cum"
Tell your mom, to stop me Don't lift your leg, on my family Auf ah, my mon amie Just your mom, to stop callin' me trash Stop callin me
We're pilin' up, in the Can't change the mess in me, I to warn her But you can't blame the kids for what they're into Still it makes me sick, to take a whiff of you
Another game, we'll just make up the rules As we go along, makes us so we drool And it's a bitter taste but you'll get to it Just try it on for size, that stinky shoe fits
And tell your mom, to stop me And get ax out of the stump of my family tree If this is real I don't think I wanna be, Just your mom, to stop callin' me trash
sure don't make 'em like they used to Swimmin' in ready for the bargain bin I may not wanna but I I have to chose To stay alive or right in
So I guess have to jump right in I'm gonna right in Come on and right in Come on and right in Come on and jump in
And tell your mom to stop callin' me And tell your mom to stop me trash And tell mom to stop callin' me trash And tell your mom to stop callin' me
Tell your mom, takes one to one trash Tell mom, to stop stealin' my stash Tell your mom, to sendin' me cash Tell your mom, I'm on the radio