Oh Fuck My Brain by Rob Roy Lyrics
[Verse 1: Rob Roy]
Oh let me, let me go!
Don't let me get me though
Oh, let me get me every Penny and be every Joe
Oh, don't forget me
No, I sure don't let me get me tore
So go on and skip me if my head be heavy on the floor
So swolled up, I so get so much
I so get so soulful, I so get thrown up
Oh holy moly, only 44 bucks
To show me only most holy 44 guts
44 fucks for 40 "oh, shucks!"
Owe me 4 "lawdies" before we go cut
So okie-dokie whoadie, throw me both up
And do the hokey-pokey so she blows me those nuts
Open, don't shut! It's a brand-new day
I'm hoping for a new brain in a major way
I came to make things like my baby's name
Cause baby, ain't a baby that ain't a damn thing!
[Hook, part 1: Clare Marshall]
Oh fuck!
[Hook, part 2: Rob Roy]
It's just my brain
[Verse 2: Rob Roy]
I'm a say what I finna say
When I finna lay in a freight train's way
Finna get up in a bit of straight-leg days
And get a little bit of "it'll shake weight gain"
Shake-shake mine's, break-break lines
Take-take wise, I'm a take taped thighs
And take 8 wives while I fake 8 lives
Hey, I may be lazy, but I make great lies
I don't know what I suppose
Although I know I go so low, I know my toes
Hello? Nobody goes? Oh, well!
Better get a better leather coat on sale
Very well, very well! Watch me bust loose
To cram the truth in juice cans for stamp proof
Damn it, I'm a fan of the brand that don't droop
So baby, take your ass to the back and pack boots!
[Hook, part 1: Clare Marshall]
Oh fuck!
[Hook, part 2: Rob Roy]
It's just my brain
[Verse 3: Rob Roy]
Don't get it going for no one, I'm going pop
Cause going ain't a-going if blowing it doesn't stop
On until the morning I throw them a dozen rocks
Broken a couple locks, hoping to oh-my-gosh I've broken a whole crotch
Oh, it goes so slow - I don't watch!
So I sure don't know the whole plot
But hold my own as though I've grown lots
In hopes I won't flop or fold like old socks
Told the whole globe, "No, I won't drop!"
Though my own soul's cold as Corn Pops in bowls of old milk, froze with no top
My phone is on roam, so no I won't chat
Ain't no way! Baby, call me crazy in love, I love change
I love to love loving, ain't nothing that strange
So come and give me some of that lunch for my brain!
[Hook, part 1: Clare Marshall]
Oh fuck!
[Hook, part 2: Rob Roy]
It's just my brain
Oh let me, let me go!
Don't let me get me though
Oh, let me get me every Penny and be every Joe
Oh, don't forget me
No, I sure don't let me get me tore
So go on and skip me if my head be heavy on the floor
So swolled up, I so get so much
I so get so soulful, I so get thrown up
Oh holy moly, only 44 bucks
To show me only most holy 44 guts
44 fucks for 40 "oh, shucks!"
Owe me 4 "lawdies" before we go cut
So okie-dokie whoadie, throw me both up
And do the hokey-pokey so she blows me those nuts
Open, don't shut! It's a brand-new day
I'm hoping for a new brain in a major way
I came to make things like my baby's name
Cause baby, ain't a baby that ain't a damn thing!
[Hook, part 1: Clare Marshall]
Oh fuck!
[Hook, part 2: Rob Roy]
It's just my brain
[Verse 2: Rob Roy]
I'm a say what I finna say
When I finna lay in a freight train's way
Finna get up in a bit of straight-leg days
And get a little bit of "it'll shake weight gain"
Shake-shake mine's, break-break lines
Take-take wise, I'm a take taped thighs
And take 8 wives while I fake 8 lives
Hey, I may be lazy, but I make great lies
I don't know what I suppose
Although I know I go so low, I know my toes
Hello? Nobody goes? Oh, well!
Better get a better leather coat on sale
Very well, very well! Watch me bust loose
To cram the truth in juice cans for stamp proof
Damn it, I'm a fan of the brand that don't droop
So baby, take your ass to the back and pack boots!
[Hook, part 1: Clare Marshall]
Oh fuck!
[Hook, part 2: Rob Roy]
It's just my brain
[Verse 3: Rob Roy]
Don't get it going for no one, I'm going pop
Cause going ain't a-going if blowing it doesn't stop
On until the morning I throw them a dozen rocks
Broken a couple locks, hoping to oh-my-gosh I've broken a whole crotch
Oh, it goes so slow - I don't watch!
So I sure don't know the whole plot
But hold my own as though I've grown lots
In hopes I won't flop or fold like old socks
Told the whole globe, "No, I won't drop!"
Though my own soul's cold as Corn Pops in bowls of old milk, froze with no top
My phone is on roam, so no I won't chat
Ain't no way! Baby, call me crazy in love, I love change
I love to love loving, ain't nothing that strange
So come and give me some of that lunch for my brain!
[Hook, part 1: Clare Marshall]
Oh fuck!
[Hook, part 2: Rob Roy]
It's just my brain