| Back in the day
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| Daddy would say
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| That if I kept on making ugly faces
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| And I wasn’t careful it’d stay that way
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| Oh great! |
| Wow, no shit
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| Ooh, hooray, that’s so sick!
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| With a little bit of luck maybe one of those sticks
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| I’ll be feeling a hella of a lot of swell
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| And from the second that I step in I’ll be smelling like a big cheese
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| Everybody better be ready to get it get it
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| Cause I’m getting nekkid if you really want a strip tease
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| And the babies in their highchairs taking off their bibs
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| And their mommies all be ripping out their wig weaves
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| And the pretty people in the oil paintings on the wall
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| Are popping molly and they’re stripping off their fig leaves
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| Better burn your clothes
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| It’ll curl your toes
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| Kissing women and they turn to toads
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| I’m pimping Kermit’s hoes
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| And I’m sure that every girl is a pearl and the world is a perfect globe
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| But when I’m joking with my little cousin
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| And he pulls my finger then the motherfuckin' earth explodes
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| Boom
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| Sorry, not sorry
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| Sorry, not sorry
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| Sorry, not sorry
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| Sorry, not sorry
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| Sorry, not sorry
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| Sorry, not sorry
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| Sorry, not sorry
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| Back in the day
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| Daddy would say
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| That if I kept on making ugly faces
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| And I wasn’t careful it’d stay that way
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| Oh great! |
| Wow, no shit
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| Ooh, hooray, that’s so sick!
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| With a little bit of luck maybe one of those sticks
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| Everybody been in it to win it kickin' in for a minute
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| And chilling but you’re tardy it’s why I gotta kill it
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| And then hit the pretty people in the building with my party trick
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| I think I’m gonna walk out of the door
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| Hop in my DeLorean and I’m gonna soar
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| 'Cept that it’s a Subaru, and I’m yelling hoodie hoo!
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| Hanging out the window like I’m Marty McFly
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| A lot of the chickens in the flock wanna squawk and they get obnoxious
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| And all I hear is bawk bawk
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| And I’m not gonna wanna talk shop
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| Better put a sock in it if you gotta cock block
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| And be toxic and knock us and all we wanna do is rock rock and be raucous
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| I’m not gonna ever stop if you think I’m chopped liver in the crock pot
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| Cause I am a boss hog and I want the top spot and I got this
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| Sorry, not sorry
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| Sorry, not sorry
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| Sorry, not sorry
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| Sorry, not sorry
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| Sorry, not sorry
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| Sorry, not sorry
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| Sorry, not sorry
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| Back in the day
|
| Daddy would say
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| That if I kept on making ugly faces
|
| And I wasn’t careful it’d stay that way
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| Oh great! |
| Wow, no shit
|
| Ooh, hooray, that’s so sick!
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| With a little bit of luck maybe one of those sticks |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Ugly Faces , by - Watsky. Song from the album Cardboard Castles, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп