Making Love to Morgan Wallen

歌詞

Damn, I miss you Chester Sending love from a bass compressor (Love You) Ground control with a soul like Bowie And I'll chop you up if I'm under pressure I don't really wanna brag I'm just tellin' mothafuckers that I'm leavin' with a bag High-five to the scarred and the strange From the outlaw that'll never get tamed (Woo) Bizkit beats from the pirate band Signed this deal with a lobster hand Freestyle like a bowling pin Flex these bars on a dolphin fin Life's too short, but I can't complain Doin' backflips on a candy cane Ride my scooter with a cape at night And I'ma high-five me a trafic light (Whoop, whoop) I blink twice then I teleport Got kicked out of the Trump Resort (What) Bought this cloud on a payment plan Then I ghosted out in a minivan Mic in my hand like a waffle cone Spittin' out syrup in the Twilight Zone Got no job, but I'm on the clock And you can't stop me cause this shit don't stop Hey, ladies Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh When you're hot, you're hot (Yeah) When you're not, you're not (Nope) Hey, fellas Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh When you're hot, you're hot (Yeah) When you're not, you're not Bitch, you know I'm hot How many licks till the pepper gon' pop Told my cap it's the CEO Then I moonwalked in a UFO Mic'd my shoes with a Christmas wreath Droppin' these bars while I brush my teeth Flippin this verse like a boomerang Landed on stage in your pootie tang Backpack filled with a new disease Tell 'em I downed something hard to please We don't care, we bounce on clouds Sing off-key, and we still too loud Bizkit drops, the place explodes Jumpin' through life in my pantyhose Still no job, but I'm on the clock And you can't stop me cause this shit don't stop Hey, ladies Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh When you're hot, you're hot (Yeah) When you're not, you're not (Nope) Hey, fellas Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh When you're hot, you're hot (Yeah) When you're not, you're not I see through your act And I still enjoy the show Yeah No dance, no dance, no chance, no chance No dance, no dance, no chance, no chance No chance, no chance No jokes, no jokes, no goats, no goats No toast, no toast, no ghosts, no ghosts No goats, no goats No dance, no dance, no dance, no dance No dance, no dance, no dance, no dance No dance Oh, too bad Too bad, gotta deal with the bitches Some of y'all too big for your britches How's about a high five for the good girls and the good guys? Come on Too bad, gotta deal with the bitches Some of y'all too big for your britches How's about a high five for the good girls and the good guys? You know who you are (Turn it up) I make this motherfucker diamond-plated Makin' love to Morgan Wallen in an elevator I'll be turnin' on you bitches like a generator I'll be the greatest motherfucker that you ever hated That you ever hated