Lyrics Never Stop - Chilly Gonzales

Never Stop

How could I ever stop?
My position is missionary, I finish on top
And while you’re relaxin', I take action
Guinness world record, I beat it, Michael Jackson
Never stop, I workaholic
Like spit sweat splatter Jackson Pollock
But I’m not an artist, I just work the hardest
I beat it to a pulp, just ask Jarvis
Studio to studio, I drink juice
Produce tons of new shit, like a booty hole
Show to show, full throttle, backstage
No models, no bathroom, I piss in a bottle
And after the show a lot of autographs
Man, music is a joke I try not to laugh
I just try to enjoy the grind
My position is doggy, I come from behind
Underground, underdog, underrated
Under stress, under pressure, under-appreciated
Man, this is war
Where careers get killed and that’s not a metaphor, like
My mindset is military, like
My attitude is Hitchcock, very scary
Persistence, instincts
Go the distance, prove my existence
That’s why I never stop
'cause it’s not Chilly, it’s Lily, who makes really clever pop
I just do it in a different way
I’m kind of sort of indirect ricochet
Chilly like Pinochet, I don’t make hits, I take risks
And make flops like floppy disks
I still stay professional and not sloppy
I try to be original, not a photocopy
Can’t stop, won’t stop
Harder, faster better stronger, I listen to the robots
I’m still doing things, so don’t cue the strings
It ain’t over 'til Beth Ditto sings
So how could I ever quit
My position?
Don’t fuck with me — celibate
Groupie go home, you can find another guy
Man, music is a joke, I try not to cry
Sounds crazy, but the underground’s lazy
Maybe just a bunch of big babies
And they’re crying 'til they’re on the guestlist
Then they puke at 6 am — English breakfast
See I always hatch a new scheme
No room for the club or a pub in my routine
I don’t judge you if you’re part of a true scene
But me?
I could be anywhere — blue screen
At the Grammys getting nominated
Or trying to be a piano playing Larry David
Flirting with rap, workin' for Birkin
Behind your favorite singer I just might be lurkin'
And I’m certain when they close the curtains
My life will be a B-movie shot by Tim Burton
And if I lack authenticity
Remember authenticity is often shitty
So please, no pity
You can never melt this ice-cold heart between my two titties
'cause what’s life but a board game?
And if you play the game then you’re never bored with more of the same
What’s life but a competition
You know my name, I am bitten
I never stop
Do it again