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funkoars – what’s your malfunction lyrics

[intro]
welcome back to who gives a flying —- community radio
the only place that plays the songs that you don’t give a flying —- about
be the first caller in the next 15 minutes to receive absolutely ——- nothing

[verse 1: sesta]
feelin’ all right, had a top day
vibin’ all night, on the bombay
on the bull till i drop and then i took a sip
but who know’s what the f-ck’s in this
now i’m feeling a little left of the centre
thinking i’ve hadn’t had a dance, looking like i walked into web
pants falling again, who would have thought? pull them up, n0body seen and you got away clean
they don’t need to know that your d-ck range in fallacy
when it’s flaccid, double-a battery
nah i’m kidding, i’m swing-a-ding-a-lingin’ on your missus kitten in front of you brov while she’s playing with it
is that your bf? (no) well, where’s your gf?
(sh-t) what the beef, b-tch?
took a swig of the last bit of whatever’s left
and i dipped the f-ck, and i’m an unconscious…

[intermission 1: sesta]
mess, oh no
oh, gawd. phew whee

[chorus]
what’s the malfunction?
what’s your malfunction?
gotta eat, gotta work, gotta sh-t
whatever gets you through the night
what’s the malfunction?
what’s your malfunction?
gotta eat, gotta work, gotta sh-t
whatever gets you through the night

[verse 2: trials]
vibin’ all day, still kicking, too cool for the school
but old enough to buy the students the booze
so i’m the cool guy with the young kids
dim the pool lights, did some dumb sh-t
now, the fake id didn’t work in the shops
it’ll work for the teen, when she speaks to the cops
i got big feet. (what) you know what this means? (what)
it means p-n-s short but fatter than fritz meat
i get a, get a bit of liquor, pick a chicken head
already chicken fed, now i’ve got an itchy trigger finger
mmm, lady, let me text you, tonight
i ain’t looking for my future wife to get buried next to
i’m looking for the five-minute special
r. kelly on the belly, then i’ll film it on the celly
what’s your malfunction? motherf-cker don’t start me
party ’til i’m started walking like i’m heather mccartney (ha)

[intermission: trials]
ooh, ain’t got a leg to stand on baby
let’s dance! (da-dada-dada)

[verse 3: hons]
blinding all day, grinding all night
love to re-buy, but my cash tight
look, i’m a sucker for a card game
and with that marked ace, you and your pay cheque can part ways
i’m a funkoar
no respect for cash, so i bet my stack on a flush draw
trying to push one past you
man, i’m tilting like a drunk on a three-legged bar stool
my malfunction, my bank ain’t big enough
in crown car park, i’m like “stick ’em up!”
if i ain’t stuck with tour dates
i’m on the four-eight table talking ’til my jaw ache
now my jacks were good until the king on the last
some bad beats like a swedish m-ssage. or the texas, yeah, even manila or all draw
your money’s welcome at mine, just leave your luck at the door, and tell me

[intermission 3: hons (trials)]
what’s your malfunction?
what’s your malfunction? (yeah)
what’s your malfunction? (hons)
what’s your malfunction?

- funkoars lyrics

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