Allday - Julia Stiles lyrics
[Allday - Julia Stiles lyrics]
Julia Stiles, I got yeah, Allday
Yeah, Julia Stiles, I got i don't know
Fat fuck yeah
Hello matey, it’s me, the so shapely
Overweighty fat fuck
I'm ice-cream cone crazy (Yum)
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
Wanna fuck with me? You do not (Haha)
I'm fat
You should see me with my muumuu off
Now these rappers want to kiss me
Where my do do was
See, I smuggled in some googs
In my Fubu socks
Catch me going fucking mental
In a Bluejuice mosh
Julia Stiles, I got, uh
Julia Stiles, I got, what?
Julia Stiles, I got, haha
Should I keep going? Yeah
It’s the fat fuck boy with the flabby gut
Breathing down your phone
And 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 he's 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 trying to 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 fucking 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
Trying to fuck 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
Yeah, Julia Stiles, I got
Julia Stiles, I got fat fuck, fat fuck
Yeah, Julia Stiles, I got i don't know
Fat fuck yeah
Hello matey, it’s me, the so shapely
Overweighty fat fuck
I'm ice-cream cone crazy (Yum)
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
Wanna fuck with me? You do not (Haha)
I'm fat
You should see me with my muumuu off
Now these rappers want to kiss me
Where my do do was
See, I smuggled in some googs
In my Fubu socks
Catch me going fucking mental
In a Bluejuice mosh
Julia Stiles, I got, uh
Julia Stiles, I got, what?
Julia Stiles, I got, haha
Should I keep going? Yeah
It’s the fat fuck boy with the flabby gut
Breathing down your phone
And 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 he's 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 trying to 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 fucking 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
Trying to fuck 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
Yeah, Julia Stiles, I got
Julia Stiles, I got fat fuck, fat fuck