[Verse 1]
And you tell me that you ain't my type
That's okay, girl, I don't mind
It's just that shit was out of line
I'm housebroken, girl, I don't bite
And you tell me that you can't sit still
Ain't this town serve alcohol?
It's got me crawling up a wall
I'm scrounging up a fuckin' tall one

[Chorus]
I'm fucking around, I'm fucking around, I'm fucking around
I'm bucking 'em down, I'm bucking 'em down, I'm bucking 'em down
He sounded clever to regale her 'front of all her friends
But you looked over and she hadn't eaten anything

[Verse 2]
My niece was seven when felt chinchilla
Fucking up the track like my name, J Dilla
Topped Michael Jackson, I outsold Thriller
No cap, just facts, man, a stonе-cold killer
You take an s and draw two lines through it
Now you'rе talking sense just like the coach done drew it
Now you're talking sex, well, babe, I'll walk you through it
So much trunk it's like I bought a Buick
[Chorus]
I'm fucking around, I'm fucking around, I'm fucking around
I'm bucking 'em down, I'm bucking 'em down, I'm bucking 'em down
He sounded clever to regale her 'front of all her friends
But you looked over and she hadn't eaten anything

[Spoken Outro]
Three, four