Lyrics: Michael Bonema
Music: Harrison Sutherland/Luke Fenton/Ian Mills/Michael Bonema
(SURF GANG, bitch)
Huh, what we do for that purse, for the numerate
Won't be me on that shirt, it'll be you in it
Huh, huh
[Verse]
What we do for that purse, for the numerate
Won't be me on that shirt, it'll be you in it
I be geeked, but alert, I'm intuitive, huh, yeah
Couple G's of that where I'm communin' with
I've been keepin' my dirt who I do it with
You ain't leave me on earth, you the stewardess
I keep thinkin' they workin' assuming shit
You know me gettin' nervous, ain't new to this
On your feet I've been lurkin', I'm true to it
I'm a creep up in Kirk to get through to him
When it's beef, know the serpent my pseudonym
They ain't see me in person they Googlin'
Need a gleam when I purchase a tumourette
Set my feet on the curve for my crucifix
For a fee, you could learn, I be tutoring
From the east to the birds with the hooligan
From the east to the third like I'm moving up
On they team, it be herds who recruitin' them
Pay the T for the verse, I ain't cool with 'em
Baby Jesus return and rebukin' 'em, huh, yeah
[Chorus]
What I did in my worst, I don't do again
What we do in the surgeon, we movin' in
When it's lit, they be chirpin' and croonin' in
What to do when I'm nervous, no soothing it
It get slimy and smurky, so I'm used to it, yeah, yeah
What I did in my worst, won't do again
What we do in the surgeon we movin' in
When it's lit, they be chirpin' and croonin' in
What to do when I'm nervous, no soothing it
It be slimy and smurky, so I'm used to it
What I did in my worst
[Outro]
Everybody get out safe and sound, you know what I'm saying?
And you make people light up and they feel better, I love what I do