Watsky - Our Team lyrics

I drive a blue car, a sh**ty little used car And I won't be in a new car until every one of you are I'm in this Subaru just cruising with my dude shotty Me and Chukwudi wiping boogers on your Bugatti We bukkake your Bugatti with snot rockets Do not knock it My crew's hotter than Hot Pockets Man we're some damn survivors And someday we'll be riding on albino Bengal tigers We'll be goin Platinum with no plateaus You'll be fittin cities in the shadow of our chateaus And we will buy all the tacos, pools got all the grottos Our autos got grottos Gla** bottom Benzes f** you we got those Backstroke to the trunk to duck the paparazzo Or f** it maybe not though Either way I'll roll with my muchachos Before we fly into a rage Try to keep a parakeet who's wiser than its age We'll use our wings to bend the wires of the cage My inky fingers kindling the fire on my page We'll keep it true and that's a pinky f**ing swear Drink your blood but do it with a pinky in the air Pinky and the brain Kinky Jewish hair And when we fall we'll do it like a slinky on the stair Jinky Scooby Doo, this dude's the sh** I handle business while a doobie dangles from my lips Hit an iceberg but we won't abandon ship While the Titanic's sinking we'll be dancing on the tip And if they drop an anvil on our anthill And we amble at our ankles bent at angles We won't trip The Earth'll split because we're off the f**ing Richter We can turn a victim to a victor Kudi's been crashing in the backroom and he might freeze Each night he realizes DVDs and Nikes If you shuffle past the empty whip-it canisters, down the hall and up the stairs And past the busted banister D's pushing Cali but he says the high is heady He mailed himself a couple of Os he sewed inside a teddy bear I'm steady there in Max's bedroom working on a dope banger Rapping through some panty hose we stretched over a clothes hanger And I'm still scraping bird sh** off the merch box Staying up in Super 8s and writing rhymes in Word docs Cause nothing having works fast And I'll be riding coach until the whole squads in first cla** If you can't see it find your contacts Play this verse in court and use it as a binding contract Put it on my mom pact I won't b**h and moan I'd rather I'd be broke with the homies than rich alone You can smell the excellence when one of us appears It must be musty with the musk of all my Musketeers So crack a couple beers We'll burn this s**er free We take no f**ery So you can raise your cup of cheer We're f**ing durable We're sparklier than Charles Barkley's head You're f**ing terrible