[Intro]: We can chill on my futon, fuuton rasen shuriken We can chill on my futon, fuuton rasen shuriken And the girls they say... Terrence, Terrence, oh Terrence No, no, no. I don't like macbooks [Verse 1]: I'm net's best friend I said screw SOPA, Wifi connects to my sofa. We stay wired to controllers Don't draw blanks, shoot girl just scroll up! Give me fuel girl Motorola, Ethernet my locomotive, Sex game Internet Explorer, Wedding rings, ring pops and soda We shaved ice from these cold shoulders No black swans we melted sculptures Pyramids had to move over, we made room for supernovas Combustion so lose composure. Open up, aloh*mora Secrets call for closer quarters. Tips for covers pull them over! [Hook]: Baby, can I, see you, tonight? You turn, me on, let's play, on your futon [Hook]: Hey babe, aye, why don't you lay? Hey babe, aye, why don't you lay? Hey babe, aye, why don't you lay? Why don't you lay? Hey babe, aye, why don't you lay? Hey babe, aye, why don't you lay? Why don't you lay? [Bridge}: You say you're getting ready, I hope you're getting ready You say you're getting ready, I hope you're getting ready You say you're getting ready, I hope you're getting ready; for as long as you took you better look like Halle Berry! You say you're getting ready, I hope you're getting ready You say you're getting ready, I hope you're getting ready You say you're getting ready, I hope you're getting ready; you ready? [Verse 2]: Drive me crazy be my chauffeur, ride me right now park my rover Call me baby be my stroller, lack of sleep now lets get solar! Desolate I see your motives, I know you I seen you scrolling! Tales from crypt tell of sleepovers. Pardon me I'm so compulsive... So you don't like hentai? Oops