[Verse 1]
And you tell me that you ain’t my type
That’s OK girl I don’t mind, it’s just that shit was out of line
I’m housebroken girl I don’t bite
And you tell me that you can’t sit still
Ain’t this town serve alcohol
It’s got me crawling up a wall
I’m scrounging up a fuckin’ tall one

[Chorus]
Not fucking around Not fucking around Not fucking around
I’m bucking ‘em down I’m bucking ‘em down I’m bucking ‘em down
It sounded clever to regale her ‘front of all her friends
But you looked over and she hadn’t eaten anything

[Verse 2]
My niece was seven when felt chinchilla
Fucking up the track like my name J Dilla
Topped Michael Jackson I outsold thriller
No cap, just facts man, a stone-cold killеr
Take an s and draw two lines through it
Now you’re talking sеnse just like the coach done drew it
Now you’re talking sex well babe I’ll walk you through it
So much trunk it’s like I bought a Buick

[Chorus]
Not fucking around Not fucking around Not fucking around
I’m bucking ‘em down I’m bucking ‘em down I’m bucking ‘em down
It sounded clever to regale her ‘front of all her friends
But you looked over and she hadn’t eaten anything