Business Casual by Tomahawk Lyrics

[Intro]
Someone call someone
Silence, cryptids
Someone call someone

[Verse 1]
This city, she's purring like a cat and she's in my lap
Ancient pornography has come back
With tomorrow's comedy, they meet in three
In the voodoo dome of empty calories
White glove delivery to a wet brain and an elevated heart rate

[Chorus]
Bad cholesterol business casual
Bad cholesterol business casual
Extra virgin splattering Adderall
Seersucker suits fall business casual
Bad cholestеrol business casual

[Verse 2]
Let your gut sag to the lovе shack
The fat back like a fucking maniac
And it all falls down into the cracks
Just do the math
Whiskey dick
With a homemade vasectomy
Sharp dresser, goose-stepping
Silent man with the mafia clan
Half price until they're free
Cat eyes are living in trees
Low carbs and gluten free
[Chorus]
Bad cholesterol
We dress in business casual
We suck the fat of man son
Lipped up like ghost wall street punks
Bad cholesterol
Business casual
Bad cholesterol
Business casual
Business casual

[Verse 3]
Talk radio fitness, late night ripped-ness
Ab Roller grip-ness, get young
With psycho-sexual shit-ness
The loser but winning
When they lose his or her thickness
Magic policy, protecting me from me (Me from me)

[Outro]
I think I'm skinny