Deep greedy and Googling every corner Tralala, in your snatch fits pleasure, broom-shaped pleasure Dead in the middle of the C-O-double M-O-N Little did I know then that the Mandela Boys soon become Mandela Men Tall woman, pull the pylons down And wrap

I don't think Waylon done it that way And if he was here he'd say "'hoss, neither did Hank" I ain't dogging what you're doing but boys, come on let's get real Get-ups, gimmicks One-hit wonders that don't stick Pretty boys, acting tough Boy bands give it

Then you do the milkshake Put your hands in the air Come on boys! Do the ice cream freeze strike your pose Shake it, shake it down low Do the snow cone slide left to right And we can party all night

I just want to show you off Drive em all crazy, watch all the boys hate me Is that so wrong? Come on I just want the world to see how lucky I am It's a fine girl, damn, be all I ever saw We can go around, club hopping Tell you all I want to do is drop in

Glowin' up, glowin' up, glowin' up Glow up, glow up I say, Lord be my savior When it come to gettin' this paper Please protect me from my haters Just save me and I won't save her Say Amen (Amen, Amen, Amen, Amen) Yeah, they're fuckboys and they can't win

Spread love, spread love, spread love Go far, go far, go far Spreading love to all the boys and girls We can go far, all the way around the world I'm offering my hand now, won't you come with me? We can go far, go far, go far Spread love all around the

And one arm around my boys A heart that's still pretty crazy If the world comes knocking With one arm around my baby Tell 'em I'm not home I'm finally holdin' my own I lived, loved, and died holdin' my own Always been a fighter, scrapper, and a clawer

Welcome my son, welcome to the machine So welcome to the machine Where have you been? It's alright we know where you've been You've been in the pipeline, filling in time Provided with toys and 'scouting for boys' You brought a guitar to punish your ma

Oh my god, look at my Roley Too much sauce Look at my squad, like holy moly Look at my squad Nah, come on T, man Not even chatting to these bruddas, man They're boys, man, baby boys Still got Oysters and that Not even oyster perpetuals

They made rules for fools, so get wise Where were you last night? Dear mummy, dear daddy, You had plans for me, I was your only son. And long before this baby boy could count to three, You knew just what he would become.