[Intro: Futuristic & Michael Minelli]
Woah, sing to 'em
You mind if I do the verse this time?
Do it to 'em
Okay, thank you
Yeah, yeah, yeah, ayy
[Chorus: Michael Minelli]
Roxanne, Roxanne
All she wanna do is party all night
Goddamn, Roxanne
Never gonna leave me, but it's alright
She think I'm an asshole, she think I'm a player
She keep running back, though, only 'cause I pay up
Roxanne, Roxanne
All she wanna do is party all night
[Verse 1: Futuristic]
Okay, I heard you like to disappear on niggas like it's magical
Promise you won't leave me; wear my hat, that's full collateral
Feelings for you, have to hold them in and that ain't natural
I feel like my bladder full, know that we compatiblе
Both done come from broken homеs and you don't really fuck with scones
I know you like to put that strip up on your lil' ugly nose
Kiddin', but them ugly toes got me sayin' "What are those?"
Clowin', yo, you beautiful, point is we got hella jokes
Know you drink, so do I, yeah, I'm just that kinda guy
I'm the shit and you landed on me, so you kinda fly
My oh my, I'ma get dressed up and let you tie the tie
Hit it in the kitchen while we watch Bill Nye the Science Guy
Song from Arizona so you know that it's flames
I been droppin' dad jokes on this whole damn thing
So call me Papi for a change, I might drop you all some change
And our story kinda rocks, just like your first name
Woah, sing to 'em
You mind if I do the verse this time?
Do it to 'em
Okay, thank you
Yeah, yeah, yeah, ayy
[Chorus: Michael Minelli]
Roxanne, Roxanne
All she wanna do is party all night
Goddamn, Roxanne
Never gonna leave me, but it's alright
She think I'm an asshole, she think I'm a player
She keep running back, though, only 'cause I pay up
Roxanne, Roxanne
All she wanna do is party all night
[Verse 1: Futuristic]
Okay, I heard you like to disappear on niggas like it's magical
Promise you won't leave me; wear my hat, that's full collateral
Feelings for you, have to hold them in and that ain't natural
I feel like my bladder full, know that we compatiblе
Both done come from broken homеs and you don't really fuck with scones
I know you like to put that strip up on your lil' ugly nose
Kiddin', but them ugly toes got me sayin' "What are those?"
Clowin', yo, you beautiful, point is we got hella jokes
Know you drink, so do I, yeah, I'm just that kinda guy
I'm the shit and you landed on me, so you kinda fly
My oh my, I'ma get dressed up and let you tie the tie
Hit it in the kitchen while we watch Bill Nye the Science Guy
Song from Arizona so you know that it's flames
I been droppin' dad jokes on this whole damn thing
So call me Papi for a change, I might drop you all some change
And our story kinda rocks, just like your first name
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