Watsky
Women, Women, Women
[Verse 1]
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

[Hook]
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