Lyrics High Five - Secret Band

High Five

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, forty-three
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 shit 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 and 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 going nut, fuck, yeah, they know this
Suspended in time, I have an extra guy inside
My dick, but you no need I know’d 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