Babbletron Don't Stop Lyrics

[Verse 1: Cool Calm Pete]
Saw some some ladies at the club dancing on the system
A heel got caught in the tweeter
Calm down Peter now ain't life funny
She replaced the speaker the bitch got money
Straight across the aisle's a pop lock and juvenile
Fairy tale lifestyle these clubs kids corny
Love the letter E cause it gets them horny
Dancing like a ferris wheel spinning like a dreidel
Girlies on the bathroom line playing cat's cradle
Snapping gum in unison talking bout what should've been
Fellas at the bar drinking to what could've been
Soaked it in the belly live long Shelly
Cheers cousin to sad songs like Kelly
Kelly, Kelly, Kelly
Smoke trees with Woody
Miss goodie goodie two shoes freaky on the low
Slow love ballad got her dirty like a hoe
Digging in your wallet kid you've got to call it
Where's my money, your grill's mad phoney
Shut your trap Oscar you're talking baloney
You're homie macks grills with a hand full of shillings
Try to pay me back with your gold tooth filling
Don't try to disrespect, try to hurt my feelings
Petty cat kid, not too appealing
Steal if you have to or I might ask you
To ?

[Verse 2: Jaymanila]
Make my way into the night doing my white man's overbite Dress to distress it's my knack not my oversight
Shirt full of holes dress pants kind of dumpy
My hair's too straight or I'd be rocking a gumby
Spot em to the dance floor to see what's doing
I can't break dance man I'll scuff up my new ones
See some ladies in a circle swooping to have a chance
You know I gets biz man I'm doing this dance
Smoking on a doobie staring at some boobies
? girl want me sweating like a coochie
Staring at her face the realization's chilling
Both the rise in her legs got a vacancy for villain
Wanna do the two backed monster but settle for a kiss
She can have a little baby but keeps asking for ?
I said hold up missy I grow on trees, not money
Take a hit from this joint, it'll all seem funny
Without a pull or a puff she found the situation laughable
Some other time some other life my game would be masterful
So I bid her adieu to rendezvous fool with my crew
My drink's my pacifier, what's a baby to do?
? ballers and guineas, hipsters and vatos
Made a note to myself on the way home get some tacos
Guess the time of ya life ain't for the socially impaired
Next time I go plumping it'll be with polar bears