Hot Karl - Suburban Superstar lyrics

Mayru, bring it in Hot Karl Rachel, you with me? I'm feeling... I'm feeling kinda dancey You don't wanna see, like, white kids Harlem Shake It's, like, pitiful But this is for the club, stupid! [Verse 1] I'm on attack, man With iron claws that look like Hugh Jackman's Visible in CAT scans But they retract cause tonight I'm having fun Wasted by the bar, spitting game to anyone I'm like "YO! Any of you ladies want a chance?" Staring at blonde chicks who off beat when they dance But that's cute, acting s**y with your tongue Everybody's having fun tonight like Wang Chung I'm a bit drunk slurring words in every sentence Swinging back and forth in your grill like I'm a dentist Without other guys, cause then I'll get laid Most dude think it's hot to dress like Eric Benét That's not a right wing, I won't have it You going in as Iceman, I'm playing Maverick So bounce off the walls like you in panic When people start to notice, bust out the Roger Rabbit [Hook: Rachel Assil] Suburban superstar Don't matter where you are I'll find you at the bar Come on and dance with me Suburban superstar Don't matter where you are Just walk behind me I've got your I've got your back [Verse 2] Til every gla** is empty, you drinking with me Til our conversation sound like Punjabi MC It's like "achlch echl" every time I go to talk The room keeps spinning every time we go to walk One thing I do notice is you looking very hot In tight Seven jeans and a Zac Posen top It all started off with a smile from afar Now I'm making out with you in a random college bar Don't worry 'bout your rep, I'm bringing the heat To the max, like where "Saved By The Bell" kids used to eat We bouncin' to Ludo while I'm feeling on your rear Imagining you going down like Sisqo's career Aw hell Imagine if your daddy could see What a cute little s*ut his girl's grown up to be But don't worry baby, he'll find out soon When you're on "Girls Gone Wild" or "The Real Cancun" [Hook] [Verse 3] You tell me how you think the sh** is fair Cause nothing sounds gayer than songs by John Mayer And that dude pulls girls everywhere While I'm alone with Playstation every night in underwear One day I'll be famous then I'll no longer care Lose your phone number trying to get you out my hair Now I'm underground so I really don't bother Hoping you're into guys that look like Harry Potter Then we're hand in hand and I'm smiling as we flirt Hoping that your breasts don't look big only cause of the shirt Ooh, it's hot and heavy, it's intense from the start Untamed, like Christian Slater with a baboon's heart Now we in my place, it's a bit unique No candles or satin or Raphael Saadiq It's just another night of the week, no red carpet Suburban superstar, stop talking, let's start it [Hook]