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funkoars – team idiot lyrics

[verse 1: sesta]
i don’t got a plan, it’ll pan out, sus on the man
but still i’m lovin’ the government for them hand outs
hands down, who’s the dimmest?
even if i was alone, i would be the runner up in it
i seem to be between obscene and absurd
the dumber i get, the more i need to be seen and observed
and give a shit where you been or you gone, i’m deemin’ you wrong
and airin’ out your demons in a three minute song (bang)
officer drop the mace, spray pepper
with the bullshit in my mouth it tastes better (uh)
get my royalties together
what ever i need to skip town and be a doomsday prepper
aids is a conspiracy, phones, they cause cancer
chem-trails are real and my god is the answer
i like reality show ’cause my reality blows
you should have already known that i’m an idiot

[verse 2: trials]
wow! subtle, nope, i don’t use a urinal
in between people if i see a free cubical
i don’t want to piddle in the middle (need privacy!)
you don’t want a leisurely cruise with two in the driver seat
same thing! want a black pm before my day’s in
and less stick figure family stickers would be amazing
when i was young they said “reach for the stars”
saw lara bingle drivin’, tried to reach in her car!
i said “hey dj, won’t you play my song?”
or i’ll annoy ya (annoy ya) all night long
and now they’re thinking what can go wrong (it’s just rap)
well charles mason wrote folk songs (so fuck that!)
fuck that! the funkoars lost awards in the multiple
winners in their shit eating grins looking comfortable
understandably, now my wife mad at me
’cause i couldn’t make a tweet feed my family

[verse 3: hons]
now, if we gonna play this game, i’m mr mvp
“d-ckhead” across my guernsey represent my team
got drunk, copped a tramp stamp right across my coccyx
now, at every festival, i’m fightin’ in the mosh pit
got my singlet on, got my pinger on
find the drunkest girl here and hit it with no dinger on
don’t plan on livin’ long but love it when they sing my favourite song
on the x-factor, waste my pay check at it
got some habits bro, but none of them good
people say i’m goin’ crazy, i’m just misunderstood
i wear my jeans so tight it cuts off the circulation
guess that’s just nature’s way to slow my procreation
all the lights on but nobody home
because i’m walking ’round in public talkin’ loud on my phone
and when it rains i travel twenty ks underneath the speed limit
causing accidents, welcome to team idiot

[hook: sesta]
you should’ve known me better than that
but you didn’t so i’m letting you in on the fact
that i’m playing for team idiot (dumb, stupid, that’s how i do it
you want an idiot? i’m the blueprint)
you should’ve known me better by now
i don’t know how well i blend into the crowd
i’m playing for team idiot (can’t fix what i got in the mix
it’s not all bad but most of it is)
you should’ve known me better than that
but you didn’t so i’m letting you in on the fact
that i’m playing for team idiot (dumb, stupid, that’s how i do it
you want an idiot? i’m the blueprint)
you should’ve known me better by now
i don’t know how well i blend into the crowd
i’m playing for team idiot (can’t fix what i got in the mix
it’s not all bad but most of it is – ma’fucker!)

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