From the recording Animal Angel
Written, produced and mixed by Coleman Moore
Mastered by Daniel Eaton
Lyrics
I was telling a story I was having a guest over
It never occurred to me to sit at my desk
I tried to go to work, but I came right home
To do a number on you
Rated 9 out of 5, barely cost you a dime
But I let it slide like a plastic cup
And that’s how I get fucked up
That’s when I get fucked up
Opt out you know what I’m talking bout
Opt out you know I’m bout to do a number on you
I was lip synching the ad libs as you slide one past me
In the 5 minutes since I was last active
Murder was your tactic
Dick feels good in the softness of a hashtag
Opt out you know what I’m talking bout
Opt out, stop looking at my dick
Yeah I’m talking about you
We see your cock; we not spons