Watsky - Women, Women, Women lyrics

Looking out my window
Talking to my cat like he's kinfolk
I sip a coke and I drink slow
I'm in limbo, no plan B
No girlfriend, I just need to meet a nympho
But, I won't cause I'm more
Sensitive than my lymph nodes
And I give too much info
You can't unzip after saying dumb shit like
Like I hear your name every
Time the wind blows i gave a chilly chick my
Jacket and my skin froze
And then she jacked it and just
Ran off with my thin clothes
I guess that shit makes her
A heartbreaker in my windbreaker
I'm not tripping off the bimbos
I just think about the puns
That I can spit later she couldn't salt me
She was just a hip shaker
And to answer the question that
You implied in your eyes
No, I don't think that I'm
Smarter than a fifth grader

Ladies, Ladies, Ladies women, women women
Honies, honies, honies
Girlies, girlies, girlies
Ladies, ladies, ladies
Bunnies, bunnies, bunnies
Women, women, women
They're my honies, honies

Reality valedictorian
Graduated to the next level and
I hopped in my Delorean
Aurora borealis in my rearview
Man it's glorious
Waking up at noon, I'm notorious
I'm gonna roll the dice, I'm very lucky
But fuck it papa needs a new pair of Huggies
In this life of hard knocks
Feeling like the Hulk
I throw my enemies against
The wall across the
Room like they were my alarm clock
After dark, car parked right on our block
Arm wrapped around the card stock
Chick propped up in the
Passenger seat for a sweet one-way
Heart to heart talk i think I'm ahead of my
Age like I'm Dippin Dots
These women that I've dated
Lately really seem to
Think I'm odd Strange, they just nod
Which is hard without a head on their
Shoulders like Ichabod Crane

Ladies, Ladies, Ladies women, women women
Honies, honies, honies
Girlies, girlies, girlies
Ladies, ladies, ladies
Bunnies, bunnies, bunnies
Women, women, women
They're my honies, honies