Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Like a sprained ankle, boy, I ain't nothin' to play with
IF I HAD ONE GUESS, THAN I GUESS I’M JUST NEW ORLEANS
And I ain't even planning to call
I want this shit forever, mayne (Ever, mayne, ever, mayne)
You ain't gonna have no face to save by the time I'm through with this place (so
Hopped up in my car and told my chauffer "To the top"
I want this shit forever, mayne (Ever, mayne, ever, mayne, ever, mayne)
(Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay)