Hoodie Allen - Won't Mind Lyrics
Woke up in the same clothes I was spotted wearing last nightGot these girls riding all on my body like a half pipeStriving for attention, homie I call that the fast lifeFeed these models Mcdonalds until they get their cash rightEverything I'm dipping I'ma bet they'll eat it upGot a text from a chick who wondering if we're meeting up laterI said I don't make plansIf you want someone who can, then you're not looking for meYou're just looking for another type of manI'm just trying to be the first man in my famTo graduate, go to college, get em high, auto pilotBe someone they all are proud ofBuy a car, get it polishedBrand new clothes I'm always stylinJust to be with you I'd probably buy a thousand islandsI won't mind if you, if you f**k with meI won't mind if you, if you don't forget meI won't mind if you ever want to change your mindBecause now I'm all aloneThinking about you, all night longAnd I wonder, do you think about me?Baby I just wonderDo you think about me?I could be your Elvis, you could be Priscilla PresleyCaught you looking at me like you might want to undress meTell her I'm a good fella, like my name was PesciCooking up the fliest s**t and I don't need a recipeDamn, that was vicious, ooh I admit itI just want you to fly with me, fly with meNo other language, I can't explain itI just want you to fly with me, fly with meTo a place where we can't be botheredFeeling like I'm racing to the top from the bottomGot no whips but multiple garagesI guess you could say that I'm an optimistHad a dream I was copping s**tAnd like Copperfield it all disappearedHad a crazy a**. a long time agoBut I'm now I'm smiling from ear to ear because it all came trueLove what you do and the love will come back to you tenfoldFelt like I had a brick tied to my leg but I'm never gonna Ben FoldsAt the top of my game like a tentpoleI ain't make it. yet but I'm Glenn CloseI'ma take her home and have her clothes hanging all over my bedpost[Break, Hoodie Allen and Max](Hey yo Max)(What's up, baby?)(Dude, don't you feel like every song nowadays has a complicated dance move to it?)(Hoodie, I do feel like that)(I can't dance like that. That's not realistic, man. We need to do something for the people. Some junior prom s**t. Some Sadie Hawkins s**t. Some drunk at your cousin's s**t but you ain't even gonna remember it. That type of shit)(Yeah. Let's get it Bar Mitzvah poppin')A little bit left, right, left (x8)
