Grand Central Dispatch - Lazy Ass Shit Lyrics

Am I clippin'?
Nah

I'm just a lazy ass shit
I'm just a lazy ass shit

Couch he textin', who he sextin'
Take a picture, make him restless
Lock and load his Smith and Wesson
Give him all your goodie blessin'

Count the matches, dirty snatches
Dude got such a flirty mattress
Lock up all your sturdy latches
He made cake in thirty batches

I'm just a lazy ass shit
I'm just a lazy ass shit

Hiking, yoga, and adventures
Taylor Swift is like my mentor
Sarcasm I'm a connoisseur
No hookups for you today, sir

Oh, we matched, I'm gonna say hey
But that's it, then I'll run away
Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, payday
All these days I am on a date

I'm just a lazy ass
You just a lazy ass shit

Yeah, I probably could just f*ck her
But then I would feel so un-pure
No, bitch, you could not just f*ck me
Wine me, dine me, you so lucky

Sorry, that was kind of classless
Love the mind, not tits and asses
It's okay, just learn your lesson
More of love, and less aggression