Sesta - What's Your Malfunction lyrics

[Intro] Welcome back to who gives a flying f*k community radio The only place that plays the songs that you don't give a flying f*k about Be the first caller in the next 15 minutes to receive absolutely f*kin' nothing [Verse 1: Sesta] Feelin' alright, had a top day Vibin' all night, on the Bombay On the, bull till I drop and then I took a sip But who know's what the f**'s in this Now I'm feeling a little left of the centre Thinking I've hadn't had a dance, looking like I walked into web Pants falling again, who would have thought? Pull them up, nobody seen and you got away clean They don't need to know that your dick range in fallacy When it's flaccid, Double-A battery Nah I'm kidding, I'm swing-a-ding-a-lingin' on your missus kickin' in front of you brov while she's playing with it Is that your BF? (No) Well, where's your GF? (sh**) What the beef, b**h? Took a swig of the last bit of whatever's left and I dipped the f**, and I'm an unconscious... [Intermission 1: Sesta] Mess, oh no Oh, gawd. Phew whee [Hook] What's the malfunction? What's your malfunction? Gotta eat, gotta work, gotta sh** Whatever gets you through the night What's the malfunction? What's your malfunction? Gotta eat, gotta work, gotta sh** Whatever gets you through the night [Verse 2: Trials] Vibin' all day, still kicking, too cool for the school But old enough to buy the students the booze So I'm the cool guy, with the young kids, dim the pool lights. Did some dumb sh** now! The fake ID didn't work in the shops It'll work for the T when she speaks to the cops I got big feet. (What) You know what this means? (What) It means penis short but fatter than fritz meat I get a, get a bit of liquor, pick a chicken head, already chicken fed, now I've got an itchy trigger finger Mmm, lady, let me test you tonight, I'm not looking for my future wife to get to be next to I'm looking for the five-minute special. R. Kelly on the belly, then I'll film it on the celly What's your malfunction? Mother f**er don't start me Party 'til I'm started walking like I'm Heather McCartney (Ha) [Intermission: Trials] Ooh, ain't got a leg to stand on baby Let's dance! (Da-dada-dada) [Hook] What's the malfunction? What's your malfunction? Gotta eat, gotta work, gotta sh** Whatever gets you through the night What's the malfunction? What's your malfunction? Gotta eat, gotta work, gotta sh** Whatever gets you through the night [Verse 3: Hons] Blindin' all day, grindin' all night Love to re-buy, but my cash tight Look, I'm a s**er for a card game And with that marked ace, you and your paycheque can part ways I'm a Funkoar. No respect for cash so I bet my stack on the first draw Trying to push one past you. Man, I'm tilting like a drunk on a three-legged bar stool My malfunction, my bank ain't big enough. In Crown Car Park, I'm like "stick 'em up!" If I ain't stuck with tour dates, I'm on the four-eight table talkin' 'till my jaw ache Now my jacks look good until the king on the last Some bad beats like a Swedish ma**age. Or the Texas, yeah, even nil or all draw Your money's welcome at mine, just leave your luck at the door, and tell me [Intermission 3: Hons] (Trials) What's your malfunction? What's your malfunction? (Yeah) What's your malfunction? (Hons) What's your malfunction? [Hook] What's the malfunction? What's your malfunction? Gotta eat, gotta work, gotta sh** Whatever gets you through the night What's the malfunction? What's your malfunction? Gotta eat, gotta work, gotta sh** Whatever gets you through the night