Only One Question

All it takes is one question Ask about they table dressing And hear about they priv' session Or maybe a lesson Test it, you'll regret it (uh) Regressing relations with a doll who be your brethren Check 'em, they'll think of severing Several little bustles of words that mean less than A jibber jabber of jays screaming out of Hunger Games Their opinion is fake Got it from a college estate You gonna make a quilt outta lace Before they realize you judging And they'll spit in your face It's a shame they can't shake that anger for a whole day It's late, but you've been yelled at from five to eight Now you ain't gon be home in time to watch the game And shit maybe it was worth the loss of a friend today All it takes is one question Ask about they table dressing And hear about they priv' session Or maybe a lesson Test it, you'll regret it (uh) Two cents might seem like a lot To a girl who ain't heard of the dollar tree like my god I might not get there if she keeps going on About the things I heard in songs since 1994 Goes on a whole rant, hears herself and pulls back Act like she got a lot to say But listen for a second, she hadn't said nothing yet So let her yell a little more You'll be laughing on the floor Til you can't see anymore And crying "stop, stop, it hurts!" Colored hair and glasses acting Like a paragon of debutantes Lancelot will make your breath hot And your panties drop A knight in shining armor Even though he's the guy without honor (Pick me, pick me!) That's a personal view of people who act of a higher IQ Like Google is a tool to use with a lack of color in they skin Yet they use that same excuse when they don't know what to say or do Flew too high to the sun, and now to Hades, you're on route Check, That's too cute All it takes is one question Ask about they table dressing And hear about they priv' session Or maybe a lesson Test it, you'll regret it (uh) Better not ask two That'll a get a moody bitch Asking about you too You could be a Mandela Gandhi, Tesla or Teresa But if you say one thing wrong You'll be moving cities like a preacher When the grease pops, you get the tongs Treat her like an iron pan And the grease is fucking lava Toggle a nozzle of cold water Step back from the steam it makes Least you get worse for wear and take A couple of days and by then she's spread your name Now if you ever get bigger than an amateur You'll lose your life and be a prisoner of your own house Go outside after it happens and they'll be callin you a pirate Stick a pitchfork in your eye and you'll need a patch to cover half of it They'll be laughin with it Use it as a prop on pitches Make a series on your ass on Netflix So go ahead, like I said, test it Mess with a bitch who's more delusional than senseless Use that great old first amendment And have that second one in practice Before they come for your neck with caps hid