Feelin' alright, had a tough day
For the new night, on the bombay
On the bulge, did the drop and the couple zip
Hootenanny's what's the fuck's in this
Now I'm feeling a little left of the center
Think I'll be having a dance looking like I walked in the we
Pants full and again, pull out my thumb, pull them up, nobody seen and you got away clean
Better that you didn't see rags a fella's seat
When it's flaccid, double-A battery
Nah I'm kidding, I'm swing-a-ling-a-ling on your missus kitten in front of your brov while you're playing with it
Is that your BF? (No) Well, did you G it? Shit What the beef, bitch?
To the swig to the last bit of whatever's left and I dipped the fuck, and I'm unconscious

What's the malfunction?
What's your malfunction?
Gotta eat, gotta work, gotta shit
Whatever gets you through the night
(2X)

Vibin' all day still kicking students to the school ballroom to boost
So I'm the cool guy with the young kids Didn't apol'ize Bitch, I've done shit now!
The fake I'd didn't work in the shops
It'll work for the T when she speaks to the cops
I got big feet You know what this means? It means penis show up better than fridge-meat
Get up there lick her, pick a chicken-head, now I'm chicken fed, now I've got an itchy trigger finger
Mm, lady, let me taste you tonight I'ma looking for a future wife to get naked next to
I'm looking for the five-minute special R Kelly on the belly, then I feel it on my celly
What's your malfunction? Fucking til next time
Party until I'm walking looking like I'm Linda McCartney
Oh! Aint got a leg to stand on baby!
Let's dance! Da-dada-dada!

Chorus
(2X)

Blondin' all day, grindin' all night
Love to re-buy, but my cash tight
Look, I'm a sucker for a card game
And with my face, you and your paycheck can part ways
I'm a Funkoar No respect for cash so I bet my stack on the first draw
Trying to push one past you man, I'm feeling like a drunk on a three-legged bar stool
I can't function My bank aint big enough In Crown car park might stick 'em up
If I aint stuck with two-a-days, I'm on the four-eight table
Talkin until my jaw ache
Now my jacks look good until the king on the last
Some bad beats like a swedish massage Or the Texas, yeah
Your money's walking with mine Look out of the door and tell me:
What's your malfunction?
What's your malfunction? (Hugs! )
What's your malfunction?
What's your malfunction?

(Chorus)
2X