[Verse 1:The Weather Station] Five-five with the thirty-four B-cup bra And fuck rap, son, it's rap, by far I put the U in truth with a turn It's a life for a life when they come To skip the viruses, installed the patches You tootie, fruity, tootie fruity Backstage, we slingin' V.I.P. passes I love the booty Ashes to ashes Shoop the local Wendy...Learn More