Waiting for a surprise And he will feel like he's been there for hours And I can tell that he'll be there for life Sitting on the sea Soaking up the sun He is a real lover And making up the past Feeling up his girl

Welcome back to the pipe Oh, hello, thank you for tuning in You're listening to Breeze FM Where we shoot the breeze, all day long Up next we have a little treat for you A few new songs from new comer Mac DeMarco, So sit back and enjoy Ladies and

This is my heartbeat song and I'm gonna play it Oh up up all night long Been so long I forgot how to turn it up up up up all night But I know you can take it up up up up all night You, where the hell did you come from? You were a different, different

'Cause oh,oh,oh, I got a motorcycle baby Oh,oh,oh, come on take a ride with me Oh,oh,oh, I promise you a hell of a ride 'Cause I got a motorcycle tonight The sky, don't think that I've seen it this bright It's a perfect night to go for a ride Stars are

'Cause I know this whole crazy ride's in your hands Hello, it's been too long My fault I haven't called Thank you for picking up the phone I've been swimming around Trying hard not to drown Waiting on my life calling to sound And I'm hangin' on best as I

'Cause I know this whole crazy ride's in your hands Hello, it's been too long My fault I haven't called Thank you for picking up the phone I've been swimming around Trying hard not to drown Waiting on my life calling to sound And I'm hangin' on best as I

I don't belong here I wish I was special You're so fuckin' special But I'm a creep, I'm a weirdo What the hell am I doing here? When you were here before Couldn't look you in the eye You're just like an angel Your skin makes me cry

I got the poison I got the remedy, I got the pulsating, rhythmical remedy. Hello, yea, hold a sec. Liam there's someone on the phone for you. Oh, fuck's sake, trying to write this fucking tune, man. Yeah! Yeah! Boom! Yeah! Yeah! Bah! Yeah! Yeah! Boom!

Bet you wish you heard about it. Kiss it goodbye. From Mexico to New York. Blondes from California. East Coast takes the cocaine, West Coast marijuana. You'll be on TV when it starts to snow in hell. You won't believe me, so go and see it for yourself.

If there's a black hole heading for hell Then maybe count me in? I sold my soul so long ago I've got the white line fever And I never toured for sin The bullet in the chamber with nowhere to go As I breathe, my disease brings me to my knees All you need