It was me and your lady down at the disco
She told me you don't dance and that's okay bro
I can fill them shoes that you don't wanna scuff
Now I don't know any moves so watch me make em up
This shit is kickin in I'm feeling spectacular
Do the funky dead butterfly with yo average tilapia
There's more booze in my system than I would normally allow
But it's the main ingredient for an old fashion get down
Watch out now
See I got tactics, these cats be on a rampage
Consider me yo Skeeter cause you look like Patti Mayonnaise
I can teach you how to Dougie, you're Funny so let's Porkchop it up
And choreograph interpretive dance about our hearts and bandaids
Why you think you so fancy
I said why you think you so fancy
It was me and your lady down at the disco
She told me you don't dance and that's okay bro
I can fill them shoes that you don't wanna scuff
Now I don't know any moves so watch me make em up
This shit is kickin in I'm channeling Africa
Feeling fly as a mutha like wings grew out of my scapula, that's a wrap
My f*ck's just got powered off and are packin up
Bout ten minutes from blacking out, breaking bad and just smashing stuff
Apologies are for the sober
I take my guilt with toast, still spinning then it isn't over
At least I have my phone
Kneel before the porcelain throne, confess my sins
Wake up to a text from yo bitch and do it all over again like
Why you think you so fancy
I said why you think you so fancy
Where you been all my night
I been here cuttin this rug with all these dull pocket knifes that shouldn't be in the club
If you can't have fun why don't you amscray
Why would you pay ten bucks to be a lampshade
Where you been all my night
I been here cuttin this rug with all these dull pocket knifes
Shouldn't be in the club
If they can't have fun why don't you amscray
Why would you pay ten bucks to be a lampshade
OKAY
Why would you pay ten bucks to be a lampshade
OKAY
Why would you pay ten bucks to f*cking stand there you square
Why would you pay ten bucks to be a lampshade
OKAY
Kapeesh - Lampshade Lyrics
Kapeesh - Lampshade Lyrics
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It was me and your lady down at the disco
She told me you don't dance and that's okay bro
I can fill them shoes that you don't wanna scuff
Now I don't know any moves so watch me make em up
This shit is kickin in I'm feeling spectacular
Do the funky dead butterfly with yo average tilapia
There's more booze in my system than I would normally allow
But it's the main ingredient for an old fashion get down
Watch out now
See I got tactics, these cats be on a rampage
Consider me yo Skeeter cause you look like Patti Mayonnaise
I can teach you how to Dougie, you're Funny so let's Porkchop it up
And choreograph interpretive dance about our hearts and bandaids
Why you think you so fancy
I said why you think you so fancy
It was me and your lady down at the disco
She told me you don't dance and that's okay bro
I can fill them shoes that you don't wanna scuff
Now I don't know any moves so watch me make em up
This shit is kickin in I'm channeling Africa
Feeling fly as a mutha like wings grew out of my scapula, that's a wrap
My f*ck's just got powered off and are packin up
Bout ten minutes from blacking out, breaking bad and just smashing stuff
Apologies are for the sober
I take my guilt with toast, still spinning then it isn't over
At least I have my phone
Kneel before the porcelain throne, confess my sins
Wake up to a text from yo bitch and do it all over again like
Why you think you so fancy
I said why you think you so fancy
Where you been all my night
I been here cuttin this rug with all these dull pocket knifes that shouldn't be in the club
If you can't have fun why don't you amscray
Why would you pay ten bucks to be a lampshade
Where you been all my night
I been here cuttin this rug with all these dull pocket knifes
Shouldn't be in the club
If they can't have fun why don't you amscray
Why would you pay ten bucks to be a lampshade
OKAY
Why would you pay ten bucks to be a lampshade
OKAY
Why would you pay ten bucks to f*cking stand there you square
Why would you pay ten bucks to be a lampshade
OKAY
She told me you don't dance and that's okay bro
I can fill them shoes that you don't wanna scuff
Now I don't know any moves so watch me make em up
This shit is kickin in I'm feeling spectacular
Do the funky dead butterfly with yo average tilapia
There's more booze in my system than I would normally allow
But it's the main ingredient for an old fashion get down
Watch out now
See I got tactics, these cats be on a rampage
Consider me yo Skeeter cause you look like Patti Mayonnaise
I can teach you how to Dougie, you're Funny so let's Porkchop it up
And choreograph interpretive dance about our hearts and bandaids
Why you think you so fancy
I said why you think you so fancy
It was me and your lady down at the disco
She told me you don't dance and that's okay bro
I can fill them shoes that you don't wanna scuff
Now I don't know any moves so watch me make em up
This shit is kickin in I'm channeling Africa
Feeling fly as a mutha like wings grew out of my scapula, that's a wrap
My f*ck's just got powered off and are packin up
Bout ten minutes from blacking out, breaking bad and just smashing stuff
Apologies are for the sober
I take my guilt with toast, still spinning then it isn't over
At least I have my phone
Kneel before the porcelain throne, confess my sins
Wake up to a text from yo bitch and do it all over again like
Why you think you so fancy
I said why you think you so fancy
Where you been all my night
I been here cuttin this rug with all these dull pocket knifes that shouldn't be in the club
If you can't have fun why don't you amscray
Why would you pay ten bucks to be a lampshade
Where you been all my night
I been here cuttin this rug with all these dull pocket knifes
Shouldn't be in the club
If they can't have fun why don't you amscray
Why would you pay ten bucks to be a lampshade
OKAY
Why would you pay ten bucks to be a lampshade
OKAY
Why would you pay ten bucks to f*cking stand there you square
Why would you pay ten bucks to be a lampshade
OKAY
Writer: Austen Moret, Christopher Hayes
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid