The Backyard Boys - We're Sorry (feat. D^ta) lyrics

Intro: [40 Year Old Virgin] Andy: I dated this girl for a while, she was really a nasty freak She just loved to get down with s** all the time! She was like, "any time of day, yeah let's go, I'm so nasty" And I'd be nailing her, and she'd be like "You're nailing me! Cool!" Jay: Did she talk dirty to you? Andy:Oh yeah, she loved to dirty talk, she'd be like... Verse 1: [D^ta] Rappers wanted my cosign, I'm tangent They hanging on 'em, they need help, I branched it Another beat handed to me, gon' smash it Young 16, got a car, don't crash it Corolla, the motor not bigger than mine Got a reaction in my head, trying to trigger some rhymes Got a ego, leaving me dead, getting bigger this time Mentally OK, and I'm still physically fine But these people around me are having some weird effects Who's sending the dirty texts? Who's always the best dressed? Who's trying to Congress? I'm telling them I'm the Senate Some harsh words are said on my life, I still meant it They scared of me now because I'm acting like I'm a menace This a back and forth game, but we don't play no tennis Be funny like I'm Jerry, you still stuck with Elaine Benes Tire me up and tell my family I've seen Venice Try to invent us, mourn me in society Praying that they don't lie to me or someone that'll fight for me Like an Aztec, I'm past that. Chemistry gon' ma** that My ambition, you lack that. Motivation I have that Verse 2: [Lil Squiliam] We're sorry, we know that you don't want a sequel Our rap game sh**ty like the star wars prequels But we can't stop, a broken wheel chair lock Rhymes crippled like Young Drizzy, but not black like Barack But we still ill, like we got a f**ing fever Disrespectful on the beat like I'm oozing Justin Bieber Already got a beauty, so it's time to k** this beat But I'm not Northwestern bound, because you know i'll never cheat OHHH, here come that Stevie Wonder Flow Yeah, you haters gotta go flee because you i'll make it snow Plowing over competition, yeah you Frozen let it go Never get snowed in, call your girl, let her blow First rap of the fall, making all you b**hes crawl These girlies get low, from the windows to the walls Bet you got a little John, and it's floppy like Lebron But I'm k**er like I'm ISIS, better grab your Quran Oh sh**, steady dropping all these bombs Spitting fire on this beat, because I'm busy dropping napalm And we're sorry we won't quit But for now Squiliam's out, enjoy the boys for a bit Interlude: [40 Year Old Virgin] Jay: Oh, no, no, no, like detail though. Did she have the pink, teeny nipples, [Oh yeah] Or like the long, National Geographic nipples, [Long] Or the bumpy, braille nipples, the Stevie Wonder's? Andy: Yeah, they were nice. You know, like, when you grab a women's breast And it's...you feel it, and it feels like a bag Verse 3: [Spicy G] Young white kid, chilling with the palm trees Haters keep on talking but I only feel the breeze Please, because we only rap for pleasure Copy Sugar Hill, because this songs the greatest treasure No longer go to church, studio my sanctuary Made it through Lost Woods, call me that special fairy Just like Navi, I'll show you the way Save my money for some fish, maybe I'm copying Trey We cooking in this, but we won't ever burn the meat Come watch, stay a while, maybe even take a seat Sweet, like a ham she honey-glazed Dropping double digits but I still remain unfazed Still won't be amazed as I'm spitting mad facts No I don't come from the 80's only in this for the Macs Robot out of the crew, yeah I always keep it lax Getting chilly out here, but I still spit fire tracks It's the last summer fling, you hear I'm there you slower to show than Bing Google me, you'll find I'm tan like I came from spring fling No I don't use bronzer, yeah I'm all gold everything! [BANG! SO FIRE!] Verse 4: [Backyard Benj] Rapper's wanted my cosign I'm Benja Been poking your girl like I'm playing Jenga Picking up the pieces, you can call me Reese's Hershey Kiss your girl, ladies follow like sheepies I took a crash course in rap, call me Paul Walker Over 100 plays would be a shocker I don't believe in fairies, no Mr. Crocker Not the Dalai Lama but I'll unlock your chakras Crafting these hits, call me Chris Brown; Ray Rice elevator, one hit to the crown Rap game Atlantis, can't find us, you'll drown Call the firefighters, because we're burning this beat down Quickscoping these noobs, totally unFazed Word playing in circles, yeah I'm leaving you dazed Rolling through Dunkin Donuts, pick up a dozen glazed Word play like a labyrinth, I'll leave you amazed No LeBron flopping, you know I'm bringing the heat Can't get into Northwestern because I'll never cheat Rap game comedian, you can call me a clown But I'm better than J.Cole, because I'll never let Nas Down Outro: [40 Year Old Virgin] Jay: Hold up, Hold up Answer this question: Are you a virgin? Are you a virgin? Andy: Yeah, like not since I was 10