Julia Stiles
Julia Stiles I got Julia Stiles
Julia Stiles I got Julia Stiles
Hello matey it’s me, the so shapely overweighty fat **** 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 (true)
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 (let me out)
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
Want to **** with me? You do not
I'm fat, you should see me with my muumuu off
Now rappers want to kiss me where my do-do was
See I smuggled in some googs in my Fubu socks
Catch me going ****ing mental in a Bluejuice mosh
Julia Stiles I got Julia Stiles
Julia Stiles I got Julia Stiles
Julia Stiles I got Julia Stiles
It’s the fat **** 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 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 tryna 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 ****ing 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
Tryna **** all the time like I’m Susan and Karl
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
Julia StilesLRC歌词
[00:03.97]Julia Stiles I got Julia Stiles
[00:12.13]Julia Stiles I got Julia Stiles
[00:22.46]Hello matey it’s me, the so shapely overweighty fat **** [00:26.36]I'm ice-cream cone crazy
[00:28.16]Oreo tasting, my father don’t praise me
[00:30.54]With a beach ball gut like I carry my own baby
[00:33.61]Skin so flakey like a painting in the Louvre (true)
[00:36.45]Socially awkward, I'm strange and I'm aloof
[00:38.97]They made me in a petrie dish, raised me in a tube
[00:41.74]Now I'm driving round the city with a lady in my boot (let me out)
[00:44.81]Innately I'm frustrating, just a vacant kinda dude
[00:47.10]Go walking like I'm Walter, wake up naked in a fugue
[00:50.04]Too many buegs and I'm slower than the YouTube sloth
[00:53.28]Want to **** with me? You do not
[00:55.55]I'm fat, you should see me with my muumuu off
[00:58.12]Now rappers want to kiss me where my do-do was
[01:01.00]See I smuggled in some googs in my Fubu socks
[01:03.76]Catch me going ****ing mental in a Bluejuice mosh
[01:08.01]Julia Stiles I got Julia Stiles
[01:13.51]Julia Stiles I got Julia Stiles
[01:19.15]Julia Stiles I got Julia Stiles
[01:29.64]It’s the fat **** boy with the flabby gut
[01:32.16]Breathing down the phone, you're like "go away, I’m hanging up" (grr)
[01:35.17]But can he bust quicker than a junkie with his bally up
[01:37.66]Been days since smacking up, don’t even get me angry, punk
[01:40.47]See I'm frustrating myself to be around me
[01:43.17]I'm like a twelvie towny, a real freaking downy
[01:45.85]Found me in your driveway, just tryna key your Audi
[01:48.54]Wake up crying in a sweat from a dream of Bieber drowning
[01:51.59]Astoundingly disgusting, there’s really nothing there
[01:54.27]In my brain, so deranged, I feel pain punching air
[01:56.93]Cause I can’t mow the lawn and the neighbours love to stare
[01:59.67]And my dad's like, "yeah, you gotta grow a ****ing pair"
[02:02.52]And my life is Solitaire but I'm too dumb for cards
[02:05.67]Too hyper for Monopoly, I’m too drunk for bars
[02:08.38]More obese than Toadie, got a humongous arse
[02:10.96]Tryna **** all the time like I’m Susan and Karl
[02:15.45]I hate the way you talk to me, and the way you cut your hair
[02:18.73]I hate the way you drive my car, I hate it when you stare [02:22.23]I hate your big dumb combat boots and the way you read my mind
[02:26.68]I hate you so much it makes me sick, it even makes me rhyme
[02:30.31]I hate the way you’re always right, I hate it when you lie
[02:35.92]I hate it when you make me laugh, even worse when you make me cry
[02:40.82]I hate it when you’re not around, and the fact that you didn’t call
[02:44.70]But mostly I hate the way I don’t hate you, not even close [02:48.16]Not even a little bit, not even at all
