1. |
Dumb and Ugly
03:23
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CHORUS
Because I’m young
I’m dumb
Drinking coconut rum
I don’t call the boys
I don’t care I’m solo at the club
I can find my way home
I left some bread crumbs
If the pigeons didn’t eat them
You can snack on some
Because I’m young I’m dumb
And I’m having so much fun
Spinning round and around
While I’m shaking my bum
Don’t overthink
Have some Bacardi
Finish your drink
And get back to the party
VERSE
There’s nothing in your head
Not even a thought
Men can be dumb and ugly
And still be hot
You just gotta kick back
That confidence shot
I don’t care if it’s fruity
I’ll still drink a lemon drop
And when I get started
I can’t be stopped
Rollin up to the club like
Yo what’s up?
That ain’t none of my business
I didn’t break it
So I ain’t gonna fix it
CHORUS
VERSE
If the homies wanna hate
Then they can keep on walking
I’ve got enough on my plate
Without the real men gawking
When I dance on my own
I get all the ladies calling
They’re blowing up my phone
For more than just talking
Yes my drink has an umbrella
And yeah I’m wearing pink
But I ain’t here for you fella
So I don’t care what you think
I’m a teddy bear baby
Don’t say you don’t wanna cuddle this
The men or the ladies
Let’s see who I’m going home with
CHORUS
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2. |
The Song
03:10
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Talking bout a song
That you’re never gonna listen to
Because my mom
Is a fan of my music too
The song was too hot
so it had to get cut
Thiccquid is a family band
I don’t write smut
But the rhythm part went like
Da da da da
Then the solo came in like
A-waa ooow
I really wish that
you coulda heard it
But it wouldna been fair
If I released it
other boys out there
Are tryna get girlies
Already get my share
When I flash these pearlies
Had everyone Bedazzled
Like Elizabeth Hurley
If I said I’m Brendan Frazier
Do you think she’d be my Mummy?
Talking bout a song
That you’re never gonna listen to
Because my mom
Is a fan of my music too
Don’t call it a tribute
Cause its so much more
About a song I left
On the cutting room floor
Like the Cutting Crew
That came before me
Song died in my arms
In the middle of recording
I didn’t use bad words
To say bad things
But it crossed the line
It was uncomfortable to sing
Talkin’ ‘bout muscles
Covered in ink
And a letter of the alphabet
That’s also a string
And the next verse talked
about Linens N Things
But don’t register there for
Um… your wedding
I’ll leave that music
To the pros like Elle King
And go back to writing songs
About buffalo wings
That’s more of the spirt
That I’m trying bring
I make hard rock songs
For hard rock kings
Talking bout a song
That you’re never gonna listen to
Because my mom
Is a fan of my music too
Don’t call it a tribute
Cause its so much more
About a song I left
On the cutting room floor
Like the Cutting Crew
That came before me
Song died in my arms
In the middle of recording
Don’t call it a tribute
Cause its so much more
About a song I left
On the cutting room floor
Like the Cutting Crew
That came before me
Song died in my arms
In the middle of recording
Talking bout a song
Never gonna listen to
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3. |
Freudian Drip
03:12
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I like it when you dress like my mom
Just a little bit
Get you some of that
Freudian drip
Pants to the waist
They sit above the hip
With a three foot long rip
Sweater tucked in to the waistband, oh man
With a belt to complete the round trip
Head to toe
You know she’s a dynamo
With that Freudian drip
I know you dress like that
Cause it makes you feel comfortable
The low waist skinny jeans
Look ain’t popular
I ain’t complaining
I like the way it looks
I guess Reeboks
Are kinda the new Chucks
Ain’t even gonna talk
About that light blue wash
Walkin’ round town
Lookin like a girl boss
It’s none of my business
How you find your fit
But I gotta say it looks
Like my mom just a little bit
I like it when you dress like my mom
Just a little bit
Get you some of that
Freudian drip
Pants to the waist
They sit above the hip
With a three foot long rip
Sweater tucked in to the waistband, oh man
With a belt to complete the round trip
Head to toe
You know she’s a dynamo
With that Freudian drip
I’m standing over here
with my cuffs rolled up
I look across the bar
Mocktail in my cup
Our eyes meet
And you quickly look away
That hard to get thing is
A little passé
So I walk across the room
Sit down how do you do
My name is Himbo
And you might be whom?
I’m yelling to be heard
Over the band in the corner
I’ve been checking out your fit
Because you look like my mother
Hey where ya goin?
We could be legit
I’m hot and you dress
Like my mom just a little bit
I like it when you dress like my mom
Just a little bit
Get you some of that
Freudian drip
Pants to the waist
They sit above the hip
With a three foot long rip
Sweater tucked in to the waistband, oh man
With a belt to complete the round trip
Head to toe
You know she’s a dynamo
With that Freudian drip
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4. |
Sisyphus
03:06
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It’s like Sisyphus
Down there in the abyss
Getting goofy with it
Rolling that boulder
Just day after day
And when it rolls back
He says “yes queen slay”
And then he looks to the next hill
Prometheus on his chill
Vulture at his liver, eating it’s fill
Says “man I’m just
I’m just keeping it real”
Like Sisyphus
The witches getting mad
When I eat their eye of newt
Why am I in this cauldron
If you’re not making soup?
Bubble bubble
toil and trouble
Ain’t even gonna struggle
When you eat my muscle
Because I know I’m tender
I know I’m supple
Brunhilda got me naked
I’m still swiping on Bumble
Ain’t gonna get me down
Even when I’m hurting
Ain’t gonna see me frown
What? Me, worry?
It’s like Sisyphus
Down there in the abyss
Getting goofy with it
Rolling that boulder
Just day after day
And when it rolls back
He says “yes queen slay”
And then he looks to the next hill
Prometheus on his chill
Vulture at his liver, eating it’s fill
Says “man I’m just
I’m just keeping it real”
Like Sisyphus
Medusa hits me with the snake eyes
But I ain’t looking
I’m flying so high
I’ve got all the Greeks shooketh
Like I’m Icarus
At the air show
Doing my tricks
For the crowds below
Standing on Mount Olympus
Smoking a mentholyptus
Cigarette burning
Like your name is emphysemus
That could be us
I could be Oedipus
Checking out your mom jeans
And your adidas
It’s like Sisyphus
Down there in the abyss
Getting goofy with it
Rolling that boulder
Just day after day
And when it rolls back
He says “yes queen slay”
And then he looks to the next hill
Prometheus on his chill
Vulture at his liver, eating it’s fill
Says “man I’m just
I’m just keeping it real”
Like Sisyphus
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Thiccquid Grand Rapids, Michigan
Hard rock with a sense of humor. Midwest born and raised.
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