Oh no, oh no, oh no, oh I know Oh-oh no, oh no, oh no, oh I know
I run shit in this house Like I was now or never With no effort I bet you I could change my name to Klaus Or something mildly Flemish Pick up a Saudi chemist From an Orange County dentist Ouch, I'm whistling, trading and eating Now poetry readings at AA meetings I text you pictures of my keister I'm serving some dead bodies from a Middle-Eastern skirmish Damn, I'm oh so scooty A bro gropes boobies Have sex with Snow White At the gym, on pedal bikes Replenishing electrolytes Your honor I dip my junk in the fondue Told boring stories, show my blonde pubes I'm from the church of Satan's archdiocese So I fart fire pits and heart giant tits
Oh no, oh no, oh no, oh I know Oh-oh no, oh no, oh no, oh I know
I'm a prick All of our inane dialogue And my day's minutia gets micro-blogged Ew, does it smell like Fido the dog? In gray Pumas I look like Sideshow Bob Urinate in what the cod-fish swims in Who was to think, I'm God's gift to women Flirted with about 30 Asian chicks with herniated disks Eating turkey bacon bits
Busdriver: Nigga? Pillow Talk: Oh hey boo, how you be? Busdriver: Oh, oh. I saw you at the Cannes Film Festival. Pillow Talk: Nah that wasn’t me. You didn’t see me down there, nuh-uh baby. Busdriver: Oh, yes. Pillow Talk: You talkin’ bout Cannes? You a con. Busdriver: Tell me about it. Pillow Talk: I saw you gettin’ jiggy at Sundance with no pants on. Busdriver: In Holland? Pillow Talk: Mhmm. Busdriver: Hmm, do tell. I bought those shoes also for 30 Euros at the Champs-Élysées. Pillow Talk: Nigga, please. These shoes, this cummerbund? Oh step, hon. Oh and by the way, the pâté? Busdriver: The pâté was fabulous! Pillow Talk: Goose liver nigga. Busdriver: Yes. (Get 'em)
Oh, I know You want my R&B hook Oh, I know Your brains are partially cooked When this breaks this pillow under the gourmet kibble your solar plexus be in this trouble hence the dribble it's what's beats for There it is, my friendship's like a health plan I think all the multi-tiered colored telegram The movie trailer leaked Well I hope they get the plumber's putty My script writing takes 3 Welsh understudies I enjoy the convos of the water buffalo Hoes stop and hold I'm rocks sold through the double O's Y'all niggas too think I'm a hot date With a Prop 8 slashed out on my ballot box Salad tossed into a chocolate cake 'cause I'm so cute My hoes they look at me and their water break And babies pop out with one gold tooth
Oh no, oh no, oh no, oh I know Oh-oh no, oh no, oh no, oh I know
I never, never repeat it over, and over, and over again I'm one of your pretentious friends Pretentious friends Pretentious friends Read more at http://www.songlyrics.com/modeselektor/pretentious-friends-lyrics/#1O2XcWfBj8y70H04.99