Who's Got the Golden Ticket Now? - Comadre

This house is packed

To the motherf*cking bone

But I forget the reasons why we’re here

Hold on, hold on, hold on

I gotta take this call

«yeah, I got respect

I’m sure I can hear everything better from outside.»

So go stand outside

And make sure looks good and tell me

Does this parking lot remind you of any thing?

It will be here tomorrow (it will be here tomorrow)

But this noise won’t

My jeans are tighter than yours

My brains are hella bigger than yours 600,000,000 points for me

But how’s your heart?

battleship sunk!