
Overland Cavanaugh
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[Intro: Serengeti]
Why you so demanding?
Why you so demanding?
Why you so demanding?
Why you so demanding?
[Hook: Serengeti]
I ain't got a job, but I'm working
Got a girl, but I'm flirting
I ain't sure, but I'm certain
I ain't really lost, but I'm searching
I ain't really bourbon, I ain't really—uh, shit
I ain't got a job, but I'm flirting
Got a girl, but I'm searching
I ain't sure, but I'm—fuck, fuck
I ain't got a job, but I'm flirting
Got a girl, but I'm searching
I ain't sure, but I'm certain
I ain't really lost, but I'm searching
I ain't really bourbon, I ain't really turning
I ain't—shit man, I'm [?] ass shit, yeah
[Verse 1: Serengeti]
Chris McDowd looks like Joe Piscopo, stereo system is Arsenio
Living in Tampa, me and Tamantha, she was a dancer in Orlando
I wear purple like I'm Panthro, turned up the Santro, pumping J-Lo
Fresh ass, dark like Crockett, hands in my pocket
Got a picture of you in my locket
About to take it in you like a motherfucking socket, next up on a docket
In your quarters, in your chambers
In your nova, in your coda
Why you so demanding?
Why you so demanding?
Why you so demanding?
Why you so demanding?
[Hook: Serengeti]
I ain't got a job, but I'm working
Got a girl, but I'm flirting
I ain't sure, but I'm certain
I ain't really lost, but I'm searching
I ain't really bourbon, I ain't really—uh, shit
I ain't got a job, but I'm flirting
Got a girl, but I'm searching
I ain't sure, but I'm—fuck, fuck
I ain't got a job, but I'm flirting
Got a girl, but I'm searching
I ain't sure, but I'm certain
I ain't really lost, but I'm searching
I ain't really bourbon, I ain't really turning
I ain't—shit man, I'm [?] ass shit, yeah
[Verse 1: Serengeti]
Chris McDowd looks like Joe Piscopo, stereo system is Arsenio
Living in Tampa, me and Tamantha, she was a dancer in Orlando
I wear purple like I'm Panthro, turned up the Santro, pumping J-Lo
Fresh ass, dark like Crockett, hands in my pocket
Got a picture of you in my locket
About to take it in you like a motherfucking socket, next up on a docket
In your quarters, in your chambers
In your nova, in your coda
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