Lucy Camp - Rowdy lyrics

I'm twisted get the gist, Ted
I'm pissed at the whole mundo
The disrespect get the gist, Bret
They don't know yet but they will soon tho
Hey Tristan your girl Kristen's my friend
Don't you think she ought to know?
They pick me I don't pick them
Now I'm 'bout to show 'em
Motherfuckers how i'm useful
Ducking under the water
Got that typhoon flow tell me
Are you the type to drown or type to float?
Bitch I'm sweeter than diabetes in
The type 2 form
Which is why they wouldn't let me
When I tried to go
Sic a couple primos on them
Say goodbye to your life
If they die then you're gonna die junto
There are 3 things that you
Just don't ever cross

That's me, my mind, and the fine line punto
I get it smooth like hair right through combs
Gimme that bald ass, rare, Caillou dome
And on your knees cuz it's
Prayer night too folks
Gag and don't breathe like your
Air pipe blew smoke
Don't forget to give the air five too, bro
Bitch tried to run but her air nikes too slow
Nothin' that a multimillionaire buys
You won't
Get it when I want it for a fair price
You know ouchie
Good for nothing people they don't help you
They're so lousy watch you bleed out
Like if watching bleed outs was arousing
They don't send the fallen saints
Away cuz of overcrowding
Don't exaggerate he isn't crazy he's just
Rowdy

It's mania in the gymnasium
Praise him like he's in a big stadium
Spacing out so much even greet aliens
On my way back home i'm a green alien
Queasy so I keep bailing on
Any work, any stress, any help, any one
Anyone that thinks they can help let me know
Know all of you know more
Than you're letting on i like my cup full
Better make that cup a double
Life's too damn short for that bitch
Not to be full frontal
Take what I can when I can
Buy stuff straight out the duffel
Get paid now, that's hustle
Get laid out, that's muscle work
Your soon to be bed is made of cedar wood
But, you are never gonna live long

Enough to see the wood nenene nana
Mañana hiding in a single a bush nenene nana
Mañana lavando los sheets like woosh
And woosh and woosh and you'll wish
In the moment you had the luck of the Irish
I'll wear you out like your skin is stylish
Then tear you out
Like the skin of fried fish i won now
Ha looking at the list
That's one down you don't want a problem
Don't come 'round you could make it right
But, you're throwing the one towel
Apology letter? I only care about one vowel
Said I was a fun gal said I was a fun gal
I could be a fun gal
At the end, I get the bounty
It won't matter what I did
Cuz the case'll get dismissed
And the judge'll be like "man
She ain't a criminal, she rowdy"