Allday - Julia Stiles lyrics

[Hook:] Julia Stiles, I got Hello matey it’s me, the so shapely overweighty fat f** I'm ice-cream cone crazy Oreo tasting, my father don’t praise me With a beach ball gut like I carry my own baby Skin so flakey like a painting in the Louvre (true) Socially awkward, I'm strange and I'm aloof They made me in a petrie dish, raised me in a tube Now I'm driving round the city with a lady in my boot (let me out) Innately I'm frustrating, just a vacant kinda dude Go walking like I'm Walter, wake up naked in a fugue Too many buegs and I'm slower than the YouTube sloth Want to f** with me? You do not I'm fat, you should see me with my muumuu off Now rappers want to kiss me where my do-do was See I smuggled in some googs in my Fubu socks Catch me going f**ing mental in a Bluejuice mosh [Hook] It’s the fat f** boy with the flabby gut Breathing down the phone, you're like "go away, I’m hanging up" (grr) But can he bust quicker than a junkie with his bally up Been days since smacking up, don’t even get me angry, punk See I'm frustrating myself to be around me I'm like a twelvie towny, a real freaking downy Found me in your driveway, just tryna key your Audi Wake up crying in a sweat from a dream of Bieber drowning Astoundingly disgusting, there’s really nothing there In my brain, so deranged, I feel pain punching air Cause I can’t mow the lawn and the neighbours love to stare And my dad's like, "yeah, you gotta grow a f**ing pair" And my life is Solitaire but I'm too dumb for cards Too hyper for Monopoly, I’m too drunk for bars More obese than Toadie, got a humongous arse Tryna f** all the time like I’m Susan and Karl I hate the way you talk to me, and the way you cut your hair I hate the way you drive my car, I hate it when you stare I hate your big dumb combat boots and the way you read my mind I hate you so much it makes me sick, it even makes me rhyme I hate the way you’re always right, I hate it when you lie I hate it when you make me laugh, even worse when you make me cry I hate it when you’re not around, and the fact that you didn’t call But mostly I hate the way I don’t hate you, not even close Not even a little bit, not even at all [Hook]