[Intro: Queefius the Queef God]
What makes someone pure?
I hate it when someone thinks being pure, is the same thing as being God's angel
But, it's just bringing your true-self out
Who are you really?

[Chorus: Cavetown & Queefius the Queef God]
Often I am upset that I cannot fall in love, but I guess
This avoids the stress of falling out of it
Are you-you tired of me yet?
I'm a little sick right now, but I swear
When I'm ready I will fly us out of here

[Verse 1: Queefius the Queef God]
Sometimes, when I feel so pissed I just curse
When anger doesn't go away I rehearse
All the shit that I said that's labeled offensive
Hold up, there is no reason to get so defensive
'Cause I'm just so damn stressed, but I won't lay a hand
Got to stay focused on making some bands for my kin, lived a life full of sin
Mistakes aren't for nothing, don't go to the bin

[Chorus: Cavetown & Queefius the Queef God]
Often I am upset that I cannot fall in love but I guess
This avoids the stress of falling out of it
Are you-you tired of me yet?
I'm a little sick right now, but I swear
When I'm ready I will fly us out of here
[Verse 2: Queefius the Queef God]
When I feel a certain way, got to get on
Like MØ, I need someone to lean on
Times getting hard the day goes on, no
You don't need no manual, this ain't no auto
If it gets hot, fuck an otter pop
That shit irrelevant, call it fodder drop
Yes, I need head, she give a writer top
Then I roll out, like a fucking autobot, ayy

[Bridge: Queefius the Queef God]
If you're tired of me then, tell it straightforward, don't sugarcoat
I can't deny the truth, yes, it will always hurt
I can't deny the truth, yeah, will I- will I-, ah fuck

[Outro: Queefius the Queef God]
This is how I truly feel
Accept it
Ayy, ayy, ayy