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The Lotion Song Lyrics by Pan Amsterdam

The Pocket Watch

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[Intro: Pan Amsterdam]
I'll be at dinner and a movie tonight, love
And I taste better with cilantro
Naw, for real babes
I'm the best gadget, there it is on Netflix
When you're watchin' the series
Skip intro
[Verse 1]
Who's watching, you or the kids?
Auction them off, bitcoin bids
Crypto-telligence, twenty-eight trends
My irrelevance will bring back skids
Transparent like thirty million
Fake views, no likes, and no comments
My friends be bots, how did I acquire 'em?
If I told you, it would threaten my martyrdom
Never this, I just be on commentary
Follow the scent cause your farts be stationary
Dead like winter, January, February
House of Stark farts
I got more lines than white girls
Diamonds and Pearls
If I could, I would not give you the world
Cause you wouldn't know what to do with it
A MeToo hashtag, I'd ruin it
[Bridge]
What you mean I'm not being sincere
Of course, I'm being sincere
Oh c'mon babe
I'm as sincere as a Hal' card with no money in it
Now c'mon, babes
I'll text you some real stuff
Then I'll text you back, like that wasn't meant for you
But really it was, how sincere is that?
[Verse 2]
I'll be a muse to you
The insight and enlightenment I provide
Would come off as abuse to you
Clubs, elements, German Shepards
You'll be seeing black and white
It's a token of stranger things, one that's with the force
Can't find me? Script says I'm lightyears away
But I'm fine, I aspire over the bar line
Please do walk this way
In high school, I did used to run DMC
Now I'm more appropriate than Bill Bellamy
Woah, from Djangos to Diddly
Throwing them bowls at your local piggly-wiggly
Great sound system, the little colonel grew up
More prompt than a Pelican Brief, good grief
Don't need to shout the word in
The darkness you're surrounded in
Hand-claps as you walk in
[Outro]
Look out for the chandelier, Shirley
You're sweating harder than Cathleen Turner over here
All that rage
They call me Devito I just tell her the story, pal
Thought she was the jewel of the Nile
And the going got tough
Whatchu mean? Why you askin' me how's Billy Ocean?
Why you askin' me how deep's the ocean?
Hey, where's my lotion?
Why you askin' me for a quarter?
Why does the rain fall down from the sky?
Why do you keep on asking me these stupid questions?

About “The Lotion Song” by Pan Amsterdam

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"The Lotion Song" appears on "The Pocket Watch".

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