The Grammar Club - Get Laid Lyrics
I never get laid.Hey hey hey hey.I never get laid.Hey hey hey hey.I never get laid.Hey hey hey hey.I never get laid.I never get laid.I never get laid.Man I get laid all the time, I got some strange on the sideKinda scary for a lady not to give me a rideExcept it's all just a lie I tell for confidence boostBut you cannot sell a hoopty if you're telling the truthAnd that's the truth, boiy, know what I'm saying?Dude like me not getting lovin''less a dude like me's payingI got game, but just the kind with dice and pegsI just wanna tell some secrets in between your legsI'm sorry grandma if you're listening, I'll try a little harderKnow that I could be a player if I were just a little smarterMaybe trick you into thinking that I'm Ethan SupleeOr I am Keanu Reeves with a really bad bee stingI'm fluffy, wanna give you my stuffingWith a putnam that's so precious baby you gotta love meI'm a dapper little rapper and you know that I'm paidBut it never seems to matter cause this rapper yo I never get.I never get laidHey hey hey hey.(Come swap some DNA with meInsert tab D into slot P)Now I've got an SO, I said baby let's rollI got some candles and some music and the lights are real lowBut she just said no, cause what I said not long agoAnd now she's mad and I feel like my jeans are about to explodeOh No! How did this happen?I was under the impression ladies love them some rappinAnd the dancing and clapping, and she knows that I'm handsomeSo what if I said her sister looks like Scarlett Johansson?Looks like it's just practice againWho needs a woman when I have a little harem of 10?And I know everything I want, and I know everything I likeI just sit on it till it's numb and call it stranger's delightI'm psyched! ...now I'm depressedShame and the sadness and a hot little messSo just lemme get dressed and we can hit the arcadeAnd then commiserate together how we never get, ever get...[guitar solo]I make myself feel glamorousAltogether fabulous, avoid the disastrousTracks get scandalous, I hope you're not mad at usCan't sac Troy when the Trojans can't handle usDon't pout, get sillyReboot, get gritty then invade your cityFor a hot young filly with a name like PracillyWho wants flapjacks, not wack, call BillyI never get laid.Hey hey hey hey.(Three-year-old condoms on my shelfmight to handle it myself)I never get laid.Hey hey hey hey.(D’know how to do it; have to ask.Forget which hole performs what task.)
