[Intro]
(14 let's go)
[Chorus: David Shawty]
Oops, you're the donkey of the day
Like you got put on Ridiculous, that's falling on your face
I'm a lost soul, baby I'm a donkey in the maze
I might do freak shit baby, for me you gon' have to beg
[Verse 1: BBY GOYARD]
Pussy bald like the head on Charlamagne, ayy
Stop politicking baby I'm rolling Drama Caine
Just canaries with some broken wings in a cage
Cage the Elephant bands on me when I hit the stage
Ayy, Shannon geeked up lately, revenge of the nerds baby
Tracer rounds, don't look to tag-team
How many hit and runs do you hit and miss?
[Verse 2: David Shawty]
It's a forbidden world and they bidding on me
Forbiddеn movies, you can never copy
Nеver shed a tear if she don't want me
Shed a lot of tears when I get high
Walk in factories, traumatized
We don't like trying to talk too much
And tilt, we of some different minds
A sip of the world
That's what it tastes like to us
She got a sixth sense when she tastes my buss
You left her there so I had to take her most
Yeah, as for the day of the donkey
On her chest, tee with the senses
Imma log grammy-ammies in my tummy
And go like mg, mg, on you O-M-G
(14 let's go)
[Chorus: David Shawty]
Oops, you're the donkey of the day
Like you got put on Ridiculous, that's falling on your face
I'm a lost soul, baby I'm a donkey in the maze
I might do freak shit baby, for me you gon' have to beg
[Verse 1: BBY GOYARD]
Pussy bald like the head on Charlamagne, ayy
Stop politicking baby I'm rolling Drama Caine
Just canaries with some broken wings in a cage
Cage the Elephant bands on me when I hit the stage
Ayy, Shannon geeked up lately, revenge of the nerds baby
Tracer rounds, don't look to tag-team
How many hit and runs do you hit and miss?
[Verse 2: David Shawty]
It's a forbidden world and they bidding on me
Forbiddеn movies, you can never copy
Nеver shed a tear if she don't want me
Shed a lot of tears when I get high
Walk in factories, traumatized
We don't like trying to talk too much
And tilt, we of some different minds
A sip of the world
That's what it tastes like to us
She got a sixth sense when she tastes my buss
You left her there so I had to take her most
Yeah, as for the day of the donkey
On her chest, tee with the senses
Imma log grammy-ammies in my tummy
And go like mg, mg, on you O-M-G
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