Girlfriend gave me chores, but I don't wanna do them
Gotta be a way I can get right through them
´Bout to try a brand new form of a gaslight
Gonna make her do 'em, but first I gotta ask right
Listen babe, if I do it I'mma mess it up
Listen babe, is this the way that you wash a cup?
I can take the trash girl, I'm not that stupid
But could you maybe show me how to do it?
Dance, Dance
About to do my little incompedance, dance
About to do my little incompedance, dance
About to do my little incompedance
Verse number two, and I have to build a cabinet
Promised that I'd do it last year, but I haven't yet
Really need a way I can get out of doing it
La-Z-Boy day and I don't wanna ruin it
Listen babe, I got sushi for our din-din
Listen babe, how ´bout a movie and a night in?
Now she's laughing at her man, Ryan Reynolds
$20 sushi, and that shit is paying ten-fold
Dance, Dance
About to do my little incompedance, dance
About to do my little incompedance, dance
About to do my little incompedance, dance
About to do my little incompedance, dance
About to do my little incompedance, dance
About to do my little incompedance, dance
About to do my little incompedance, dance
About to do my little incompedance, dance
About to do my little incompedance
´Cause I'll tell you a secret that you always knew
We´re not that dumb, we´re only playing dumb with you
Help me find my shoes, even if they're on my feet
´Cause we´re nothing but the devil wrapped inside a fitted sheet, baby
Dance, Dance
About to do my little incompedance, dance
About to do my little incompedance, dance
About to do my little incompedance, dance
About to do my little incompedance, dance
Life is so simple, but it doesn't seem fair
He said he did the laundry, but it's sitting on the chair
And now you're folding t-shirts of the man you used to love
And praying for a demon that can save you from above, baby
Bitch-ass boy about to let the pans soak
Scrubbin' so soft, man, it's like his hand's broke
Gave a couple little tips, but it don't seem to faze him
Now I'm up 3 AM, saying "Who raised him?"
He's putting salad bowls all the way at the bottom
I'm 'bout to throw hands with whoever f*ckin' taught him
'Cause the fires gettin' bigger, man
I don't know what to do
Brooks, buckle up, man, it's time for part two
Artimus Wolz - Incompedance II Lyrics
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Girlfriend gave me chores, but I don't wanna do them
Gotta be a way I can get right through them
´Bout to try a brand new form of a gaslight
Gonna make her do 'em, but first I gotta ask right
Listen babe, if I do it I'mma mess it up
Listen babe, is this the way that you wash a cup?
I can take the trash girl, I'm not that stupid
But could you maybe show me how to do it?
Dance, Dance
About to do my little incompedance, dance
About to do my little incompedance, dance
About to do my little incompedance
Verse number two, and I have to build a cabinet
Promised that I'd do it last year, but I haven't yet
Really need a way I can get out of doing it
La-Z-Boy day and I don't wanna ruin it
Listen babe, I got sushi for our din-din
Listen babe, how ´bout a movie and a night in?
Now she's laughing at her man, Ryan Reynolds
$20 sushi, and that shit is paying ten-fold
Dance, Dance
About to do my little incompedance, dance
About to do my little incompedance, dance
About to do my little incompedance, dance
About to do my little incompedance, dance
About to do my little incompedance, dance
About to do my little incompedance, dance
About to do my little incompedance, dance
About to do my little incompedance, dance
About to do my little incompedance
´Cause I'll tell you a secret that you always knew
We´re not that dumb, we´re only playing dumb with you
Help me find my shoes, even if they're on my feet
´Cause we´re nothing but the devil wrapped inside a fitted sheet, baby
Dance, Dance
About to do my little incompedance, dance
About to do my little incompedance, dance
About to do my little incompedance, dance
About to do my little incompedance, dance
Life is so simple, but it doesn't seem fair
He said he did the laundry, but it's sitting on the chair
And now you're folding t-shirts of the man you used to love
And praying for a demon that can save you from above, baby
Bitch-ass boy about to let the pans soak
Scrubbin' so soft, man, it's like his hand's broke
Gave a couple little tips, but it don't seem to faze him
Now I'm up 3 AM, saying "Who raised him?"
He's putting salad bowls all the way at the bottom
I'm 'bout to throw hands with whoever f*ckin' taught him
'Cause the fires gettin' bigger, man
I don't know what to do
Brooks, buckle up, man, it's time for part two
Gotta be a way I can get right through them
´Bout to try a brand new form of a gaslight
Gonna make her do 'em, but first I gotta ask right
Listen babe, if I do it I'mma mess it up
Listen babe, is this the way that you wash a cup?
I can take the trash girl, I'm not that stupid
But could you maybe show me how to do it?
Dance, Dance
About to do my little incompedance, dance
About to do my little incompedance, dance
About to do my little incompedance
Verse number two, and I have to build a cabinet
Promised that I'd do it last year, but I haven't yet
Really need a way I can get out of doing it
La-Z-Boy day and I don't wanna ruin it
Listen babe, I got sushi for our din-din
Listen babe, how ´bout a movie and a night in?
Now she's laughing at her man, Ryan Reynolds
$20 sushi, and that shit is paying ten-fold
Dance, Dance
About to do my little incompedance, dance
About to do my little incompedance, dance
About to do my little incompedance, dance
About to do my little incompedance, dance
About to do my little incompedance, dance
About to do my little incompedance, dance
About to do my little incompedance, dance
About to do my little incompedance, dance
About to do my little incompedance
´Cause I'll tell you a secret that you always knew
We´re not that dumb, we´re only playing dumb with you
Help me find my shoes, even if they're on my feet
´Cause we´re nothing but the devil wrapped inside a fitted sheet, baby
Dance, Dance
About to do my little incompedance, dance
About to do my little incompedance, dance
About to do my little incompedance, dance
About to do my little incompedance, dance
Life is so simple, but it doesn't seem fair
He said he did the laundry, but it's sitting on the chair
And now you're folding t-shirts of the man you used to love
And praying for a demon that can save you from above, baby
Bitch-ass boy about to let the pans soak
Scrubbin' so soft, man, it's like his hand's broke
Gave a couple little tips, but it don't seem to faze him
Now I'm up 3 AM, saying "Who raised him?"
He's putting salad bowls all the way at the bottom
I'm 'bout to throw hands with whoever f*ckin' taught him
'Cause the fires gettin' bigger, man
I don't know what to do
Brooks, buckle up, man, it's time for part two
Writer: Jeffrey Wolz, David Brooks
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