Tomahawk - Business Casual lyrics

Someone call Someone Silence Cryptids Someone call someone This city she's purring like a cat And she's in my lap Ancient pornography Has come back With tomorrow comes a day They meet in three In the voodoo dome of empty calories White Claw delivery To the wet brain And our elevated heart rates Bad cholesterol business casual Bad cholesterol business casual Extra virgin splattering natural See you su*ker sues fall business casual Bad cholesterol business casual Let your gut sag to the love shack The fat back like a fu*king maniac And it all falls down into the cracks Just do the math Whiskey dick With a homey vasectomy Chopped just goose stepping Sailor man with the mafia clan Have prostitute at three Cat eyes are living in trees Low carbs and Gluten free Bad cholesterol We're dressing business casual We su*k the fat of man son Milked up by ghost wall street punks Bad cholesterol Business casual Bad cholesterol Business casual Top wetty o' fitness late night ripeness Ab well equip-ness Get young With psycho-sexual sh*t-ness The looser but winning When they loose his or her thickness Magic policy Protecting me from me (me from me) I think I'm skinnery