Letra de 'High Five' de Secret Band

Damn that’s a nice ass hand, yeah
I wanna slam it together with my hand
In a big fish tank
Hey, I wanna take out your mom to dinner

That’s the right way to show your thanks
You should believe in blah blah blah blah
With a nice ass hand, yeah
I wanna slam it together with my hand

What do we expect of me
Six times seven 43
Bless this ghetto growing tree
Goo goo gah blah dah

Do that, construct a tire
Wheels make better shapes then shoes
Use your tits to get retired
Some dudes lack the sense to choose

Scraping
Aching deuces
What’s my favorite way to do this

Touching the various nouns and sounds around
Arr, grip, barking away
Hating the shit outta smiley ass clowns
Bark, ip, narping a bae
Touching the various nouns and sounds around
Slip, eek, oh keesha hey
Hating the shitt outta smiley ass clowns

Can I cut your mouth
Can I slap your face
Can I make you close your eyes
And eat meat off your face

Runnin up in my travel shit
Is it the, thickest squish curb to make my wish splish

If all the whales and birds n shit
Come together I can, I can, make that wish be true

Can’t get bored in the future
It’s only there for you
But baby please
I’m on my knees and in a real bad mood

Great vacation, stiff as water
Hope vibrations make me smarter
Clench your cheeks and shit it farther
God I live in space

Who I be, who, who, who I be
Not that stick growing trees
I’m goin nut fuck
Yeah they know this
Suspended in time I have an extra guy inside
My dick
But you no need I knowd it
Learn dis
I got pigeon wings tattooed inside my eyeballs
Dudes smoke my fresh haircut
I got stacks of nipples, spewing roots, uh yeah
I got butts that turn into trucks
I made money growing extra limbs for aliens
That abducted me
But those, space bucks never work at any store
I can never get those minutes back