Lyrics:

Ohh woahhh oh oohh
Ohh woahhh oh oohh
Ohh woahhh oh oohh
Ohh woahhh oh oohh
Are you ready for the revolution
My elocution is execution I am a electrocuted
What the hell am I doing up no idea
But catch a wiff of my fingers
And you can still smell Susan
Mouth like a ashtray breath stinking of liquor
Pocket full of change and yesterdays get up
Same jeans that I had on the day before
Laaaaa
Guess I'm raps george best with a lot more sense
A little more liquor and a lot more sex
Sometimes we take it too far
Knocked out, sick on my guitar
And I hear them say
Oh my god, (say) oh my god, (say) oh my god
Lay my head down on the bar
'Cause whiskey never taste good
When I hear them say
Oh my god, (say) oh my god, (say) oh my god
The first look you make me shiver, sipper
K, picking at yesterdays dinner
The way I say things it figures I'm Paige thicker
When I thing says spitters make her say uhhh
Get insane and wanna get in my way picker
Day when you wanna get with a rated star
Diss me not (I'm frisky) what
Still itching to stick me cock in pixie lott
Just call me raps george best with a lot more sense
A little more liquor and a lot more sex
Sometimes we take it too far
Knocked out, sick on my guitar
And I hear them say
Oh my god, (say) oh my god, (say) oh my god
Lay my head down on the bar
'Cause whiskey never taste good
When I hear them say
Oh my god, (say) oh my god, (say) oh my god
I do drugs 'cause I like the buzz
Go sleep wake up feeling like I tried to fight a bus
Bearly functioning alcoholic
Living life like a student with a pop stars walllet
Always smiling with my new teeth
Two e's two pupils two 2ps
In a chemical romance and I'm loved up
The mascot for a generation full of fuck ups
Don't be afraid it's alright
Don't be afraid it's all good
I'm in a daze, always my yesterday's a blur
Don't be afraid it's alright
Don't be afraid it's all good
I'm in a daze, always my yesterday's a blur
Sometimes we take it too far
Knocked out, sick on my guitar
And I hear them say
Oh my god, (say) oh my god, (say) oh my god
Lay my head down on the bar
'Cause whiskey never taste good
When I hear them say
Oh my god, (say) oh my god, (say) oh my god
(A little more liqour and a lot more sex)
Oh my god
(Just call me raps George Best. With a little more sense)
Oh my god
(Say) oh my god, (say) oh my god
(With a little more liquor and a lot more sex)
Oh my, oh my god, say oh my...