Julia Stiles I got Julia Stiles Julia Stiles I got Julia Stiles Hello matey it’s me, the so shapely overweighty fat **** I'm ice-cream cone crazy Oreo tasting, my father don’t praise me With a beach ball gut like I carry my own baby Skin so flakey like a painting in the Louvre (true) Socially awkward, I'm strange and I'm aloof They made me in a petrie dish, raised me in a tube Now I'm driving round the city with a lady in my boot (let me out) Innately I'm frustrating, just a vacant kinda dude Go walking like I'm Walter, wake up naked in a fugue Too many buegs and I'm slower than the YouTube sloth Want to **** with me? You do not I'm fat, you should see me with my muumuu off Now rappers want to kiss me where my do-do was See I smuggled in some googs in my Fubu socks Catch me going ****ing mental in a Bluejuice mosh Julia Stiles I got Julia Stiles Julia Stiles I got Julia Stiles Julia Stiles I got Julia Stiles It’s the fat **** boy with the flabby gut Breathing down the phone, you're like "go away, I’m hanging up" (grr) But can he bust quicker than a junkie with his bally up Been days since smacking up, don’t even get me angry, punk See I'm frustrating myself to be around me I'm like a twelvie towny, a real freaking downy Found me in your driveway, just tryna key your Audi Wake up crying in a sweat from a dream of Bieber drowning Astoundingly disgusting, there’s really nothing there In my brain, so deranged, I feel pain punching air Cause I can’t mow the lawn and the neighbours love to stare And my dad's like, "yeah, you gotta grow a ****ing pair" And my life is Solitaire but I'm too dumb for cards Too hyper for Monopoly, I’m too drunk for bars More obese than Toadie, got a humongous arse Tryna **** all the time like I’m Susan and Karl I hate the way you talk to me, and the way you cut your hair I hate the way you drive my car, I hate it when you stare I hate your big dumb combat boots and the way you read my mind I hate you so much it makes me sick, it even makes me rhyme I hate the way you’re always right, I hate it when you lie I hate it when you make me laugh, even worse when you make me cry I hate it when you’re not around, and the fact that you didn’t call But mostly I hate the way I don’t hate you, not even close Not even a little bit, not even at all
[00:03.97]Julia Stiles I got Julia Stiles [00:12.13]Julia Stiles I got Julia Stiles [00:22.46]Hello matey it’s me, the so shapely overweighty fat **** [00:26.36]I'm ice-cream cone crazy [00:28.16]Oreo tasting, my father don’t praise me [00:30.54]With a beach ball gut like I carry my own baby [00:33.61]Skin so flakey like a painting in the Louvre (true) [00:36.45]Socially awkward, I'm strange and I'm aloof [00:38.97]They made me in a petrie dish, raised me in a tube [00:41.74]Now I'm driving round the city with a lady in my boot (let me out) [00:44.81]Innately I'm frustrating, just a vacant kinda dude [00:47.10]Go walking like I'm Walter, wake up naked in a fugue [00:50.04]Too many buegs and I'm slower than the YouTube sloth [00:53.28]Want to **** with me? You do not [00:55.55]I'm fat, you should see me with my muumuu off [00:58.12]Now rappers want to kiss me where my do-do was [01:01.00]See I smuggled in some googs in my Fubu socks [01:03.76]Catch me going ****ing mental in a Bluejuice mosh [01:08.01]Julia Stiles I got Julia Stiles [01:13.51]Julia Stiles I got Julia Stiles [01:19.15]Julia Stiles I got Julia Stiles [01:29.64]It’s the fat **** boy with the flabby gut [01:32.16]Breathing down the phone, you're like "go away, I’m hanging up" (grr) [01:35.17]But can he bust quicker than a junkie with his bally up [01:37.66]Been days since smacking up, don’t even get me angry, punk [01:40.47]See I'm frustrating myself to be around me [01:43.17]I'm like a twelvie towny, a real freaking downy [01:45.85]Found me in your driveway, just tryna key your Audi [01:48.54]Wake up crying in a sweat from a dream of Bieber drowning [01:51.59]Astoundingly disgusting, there’s really nothing there [01:54.27]In my brain, so deranged, I feel pain punching air [01:56.93]Cause I can’t mow the lawn and the neighbours love to stare [01:59.67]And my dad's like, "yeah, you gotta grow a ****ing pair" [02:02.52]And my life is Solitaire but I'm too dumb for cards [02:05.67]Too hyper for Monopoly, I’m too drunk for bars [02:08.38]More obese than Toadie, got a humongous arse [02:10.96]Tryna **** all the time like I’m Susan and Karl [02:15.45]I hate the way you talk to me, and the way you cut your hair [02:18.73]I hate the way you drive my car, I hate it when you stare [02:22.23]I hate your big dumb combat boots and the way you read my mind [02:26.68]I hate you so much it makes me sick, it even makes me rhyme [02:30.31]I hate the way you’re always right, I hate it when you lie [02:35.92]I hate it when you make me laugh, even worse when you make me cry [02:40.82]I hate it when you’re not around, and the fact that you didn’t call [02:44.70]But mostly I hate the way I don’t hate you, not even close [02:48.16]Not even a little bit, not even at all
