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[Verse 1: Lil Dicky]

Another Friday afternoon

Dicky chillin in his room

Got a teddy on the bed, you bet he playing little spoon

Pimpin I ain't fittna move shit

Bitches getting stupid

But I ain't getting hammered less you handing me a tool kit

And yea I know the cool kids are drinkin at the bar

But I just ate a chicken parm

And then got faded in ma car

And there's tomato on ma navel, as I'm layin in ma arms

Debating if it's safe to wait because bathrooms kinda far

Goddamn.

I don't wanna go nowhere

Why the fuck these bitches call ma cell

Ion't really care what the fuck they do

I just wanna lay in bed and jerk off ma self

Sun is going down, I bet the club been going down

But I don't wanna fuck with nuffin less it's something in the house

And now I'm naked on the couch

With raisenets in ma mouth

I'm playin a stupid asian in NBA 2k12

And I'm beatin that ass with the Utah jazz,

Youjizz on the tablet, loading multiple tabs

As I pack bowls, mac pro, chattin with a black ho

Dat want a redskin sack, call dat bitch orakpo

Crack flow, fuckin with a lotta fuckin snacks bro

Cookies in the oven, whatcha know bout how I stack dough

[Hook: Lil Dicky]

And I ain't got no mafuckan plans ya diggg

It's Friday night and I'm stayin in

Don't wanna drink, man you couldn't even pay the kid

Who knew that layin in the crib would make a hit

So put ya hands in the air if you stayin innnn

If you don't even care what day it is

Ya had a long week, roll weed, take a hit,

Go on Demand, take a gander and play some shittt

[Verse 2: Lil Dicky]

Okay ma cell is getting bombed yo

Bitches want a don

To come meet em greet em leave with em, freak em at they condo

Ma penis like Chicago

D Rose pronto

But I won't be scorin less it's fifa with ronaldo

Cause I ain't comin out, I'm getting freaky, Michael Jackson

Keepin up with the kardashians

As I'm eatin easy mac and

As I'm peein I'm seein penis with pieces of a napkin

Need to clean it, I'm creamin without a boo, dis ain't Aladdin

Achu, das what the rest ya'll do erry time ya'll spit some sicknin shit

The fridge gotta lil bit left in it so now I'm raiden sub zero to finish him

Damn... how you do dat there, you kickin it like Liu Kang here

Ma pubic hair super bare whatcha know about a jew with nare

And iont think I wanna brag, but stayin inside the pad

Was basically the greatest day that I've had

Holla back if you don't really wanna pregame, and wait for cabs

Would rather eat a fuckin cheese cake, and take a nap

I'm double bundled up under covers I'm comfy den a mafucka

Bumpin to something usher, while grubbing on some fuddruckers

Say I ain't the man ho

Playin on demand shows

You can get retarded, but lil dicky think he stayin home

[Hook]

Lil Dicky - Staying In – текст


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