Overland - Cavanaugh, Open Mike Eagle, Serengeti

Why you so demanding?

Why you so demanding?

Why you so demanding?

Why you so demanding?

I ain’t got a job, but I’m working

Got a girl, but I’m flirting

I ain’t sure, but I’m certain

I ain’t really lost, but I’m searching

I ain’t really bourbon, I ain’t really uh, shit

I ain’t got a job, but I’m flirting

Got a girl, but I’m searching

I ain’t sure, but I’m fuck fuck

I ain’t got a job, but I’m flirting

Got a girl, but I’m searching

I ain’t sure, but I’m certain

I ain’t really lost, but I’m searching

I ain’t really bourbon, I ain’t really turning

I ain’t r-- shit

Chris McDowd looks like Joe Piscopo, stereo system is Arsenio

Living in Tampa, me and Tamantha, she was a dancer in Orlando

I wear purple like I’m Panthro, turned up the Santro, pumping J-Lo

Fresh ass, dark like Crockett, hands in my pocket

Got a picture of you in my locket, about to take it in you like a motherfucking

socket

Next up on a docket

In your quarters, in your chambers

In your nova, in your coda

I ain’t got a job, but I’m working

Got a girl, but I’m flirting

I ain’t sure, but I’m certain

I ain’t really lost, but I’m searching

I ain’t really bourbon, I ain’t really, I ain’t really turning

I ain’t got a job, but I’m flirting

I ain’t got a job, but I’m working

I ain’t got a girl, but I’m flirting

I ain’t really lost, but I’m searching

I ain’t really, I ain’t really, ah

I ain’t got a job, but I’m flirting

Got a girl, but I’m flirting

I ain’t got a fuck, fuck, fuck

I ain’t got a job, but I’m working

Got a girl, but I’m fucking

I ain’t sure, but I’m certain

I ain’t really lost, but I’m turning

I ain’t really searching

I ain’t really, I ain’t really

Want a back massage, in my garage?

You wanna see my collage, you wanna see my Dodge?

Wants us to make you sweat?

(Wanna make you sweat?) Want a cigarette?

What you want is up to you, shark attack

I’ma bring yo' friend to the back in my garage

Black don’t crack, shark attack

Listen to J-Lo, on my stereo

Isuzu Trooper, in Daytona

Hot and wet, soft like salmon in the cooler

We got Danna in the distance, plane has landed

Planes are landing

Why you so demanding?

Why you so demanding?

Why you so demanding?

Why you so demanding?

So demanding, underhanded

Underpinnings, got a hundred winnings

And many losses, I be flossing my teeth

I got no beef, I am a Christmas wreath

I miss the days, I miss the days

And I miss the minutes, and I miss my spinach

And I put these kisses in it, not chocolate

Watch my rocket ship, I am Apocalypse

In nerd, no one’s after him

Shadow Star, back to Zanzibar

Rapping in your daddy’s car

Go real far plus electric

Bus pathetic, never release it

How we do it, call us Jesus, come back on the day after Friday

Do it while I make my molecules vibrate

And I dilate my own pupils, not used to you

Move through you like Metamucil do, uh!

That’s a poop joke for you folks

Yeah, too close for you folks

Big hands, big cans

Need a kickstand, balling quicksand, ouch!

Ain’t no oxygen down here, it ain’t no air

A job, but I’m working

Got a girl, but I’m flirting (no air everywhere)

I ain’t sure, but I’m certain

I ain’t really lost, but I’m searching

I ain’t really bourbon, I ain’t really (there's no air everywhere)

I ain’t really turning

I ain’t got a job, but I’m flirting

I ain’t got a job, but I’m working (ain't no air everywhere)

I ain’t got a girl, but I’m flirting

I ain’t really lost, but I’m searching (yeah)

I ain’t really, I ain’t really, ah

Why you so demanding?

Why you so demanding?

Why you so demanding?

Why you so demanding?