Pretentious Friends Songtext
von Modeselektor feat. Busdriver
Pretentious Friends Songtext
Oh no, oh no, oh no, oh I know
Oh-oh no, oh no, oh no, oh I know
I run shit in this house
Like I was now or never
With no effort
I bet you I could change my name to Klaus
Or something mildly Flemish
Pick up a Saudi chemist
From an Orange County dentist
Ouch, I′m whistling, trading and eating
Now poetry readings at AA meetings
I text you pictures of my keister
I'm serving some dead bodies from a Middle-Eastern skirmish
Damn, I′m oh so scooty
A bro gropes boobies
Have sex with Snow White
At the gym, on pedal bikes
Replenishing electrolytes
Your honor
I dip my junk in the fondue
Told boring stories, show my blonde pubes
I'm from the church of Satan's archdiocese
So I fart fire pits and heart giant tits
Oh no, oh no, oh no, oh I know
Oh-oh no, oh no, oh no, oh I know
I′m a prick
All of our inane dialogue
And my day′s minutia gets micro-blogged
Ew, does it smell like Fido the dog?
In gray Pumas
I look like Sideshow Bob
Urinate in what the cod-fish swims in
Who was to think, I'm God′s gift to women
Flirted with about 30 Asian chicks with herniated disks
Eating turkey bacon bits
Nigga?
Oh hey boo, how you be?
Oh, oh. I saw you at the Cannes Film Festival
Nah that wasn't me. You didn′t see me down there, nuh-uh baby
Oh, yes
You talkin' bout Cannes? You a con
Tell me about it
I saw you gettin′ jiggy at Sundance with no pants on
In Holland?
Mhmm
Hmm, do tell.
I bought those shoes also for 30 Euros
At the Champs-Élysées
Nigga, please. These shoes, this cummerbund?
Oh step, hon. Oh and by the way, the pâté?
The pâté was fabulous!
Goose liver nigga
Yes
(Get 'em)
Oh, I know
You want my R&B hook
Oh, I know
Your brains are partially cooked
When this breaks this pillow under the gourmet
Kibble your solar plexus be in this trouble
Hence the dribble it's what′s beats for
There it is, my friendship′s like a health plan
I think all the multi-tiered colored telegram
The movie trailer leaked
Well I hope they get the plumber's putty
My script writing takes 3 Welsh understudies
I enjoy the convos of the water buffalo
Hoes stop and hold I′m rocks sold through the double O's
Y′all niggas too think I'm a hot date
With a Prop 8 slashed out on my ballot box
Salad tossed into a chocolate cake ′cause I'm so cute
My hoes they look at me and their water break
And babies pop out with one gold tooth
Oh no, oh no, oh no, oh I know
Oh-oh no, oh no, oh no, oh I know
I never,never repeat it over and over and over again
I'm one of your pretentious friends, pretentious friends, pretentious friends
I never, never repeat it over and over and over again
I′m one of your pretentious friends, pretentious friends, pretentious friends
Oh-oh no, oh no, oh no, oh I know
I run shit in this house
Like I was now or never
With no effort
I bet you I could change my name to Klaus
Or something mildly Flemish
Pick up a Saudi chemist
From an Orange County dentist
Ouch, I′m whistling, trading and eating
Now poetry readings at AA meetings
I text you pictures of my keister
I'm serving some dead bodies from a Middle-Eastern skirmish
Damn, I′m oh so scooty
A bro gropes boobies
Have sex with Snow White
At the gym, on pedal bikes
Replenishing electrolytes
Your honor
I dip my junk in the fondue
Told boring stories, show my blonde pubes
I'm from the church of Satan's archdiocese
So I fart fire pits and heart giant tits
Oh no, oh no, oh no, oh I know
Oh-oh no, oh no, oh no, oh I know
I′m a prick
All of our inane dialogue
And my day′s minutia gets micro-blogged
Ew, does it smell like Fido the dog?
In gray Pumas
I look like Sideshow Bob
Urinate in what the cod-fish swims in
Who was to think, I'm God′s gift to women
Flirted with about 30 Asian chicks with herniated disks
Eating turkey bacon bits
Nigga?
Oh hey boo, how you be?
Oh, oh. I saw you at the Cannes Film Festival
Nah that wasn't me. You didn′t see me down there, nuh-uh baby
Oh, yes
You talkin' bout Cannes? You a con
Tell me about it
I saw you gettin′ jiggy at Sundance with no pants on
In Holland?
Mhmm
Hmm, do tell.
I bought those shoes also for 30 Euros
At the Champs-Élysées
Nigga, please. These shoes, this cummerbund?
Oh step, hon. Oh and by the way, the pâté?
The pâté was fabulous!
Goose liver nigga
Yes
(Get 'em)
Oh, I know
You want my R&B hook
Oh, I know
Your brains are partially cooked
When this breaks this pillow under the gourmet
Kibble your solar plexus be in this trouble
Hence the dribble it's what′s beats for
There it is, my friendship′s like a health plan
I think all the multi-tiered colored telegram
The movie trailer leaked
Well I hope they get the plumber's putty
My script writing takes 3 Welsh understudies
I enjoy the convos of the water buffalo
Hoes stop and hold I′m rocks sold through the double O's
Y′all niggas too think I'm a hot date
With a Prop 8 slashed out on my ballot box
Salad tossed into a chocolate cake ′cause I'm so cute
My hoes they look at me and their water break
And babies pop out with one gold tooth
Oh no, oh no, oh no, oh I know
Oh-oh no, oh no, oh no, oh I know
I never,never repeat it over and over and over again
I'm one of your pretentious friends, pretentious friends, pretentious friends
I never, never repeat it over and over and over again
I′m one of your pretentious friends, pretentious friends, pretentious friends
Writer(s): Sebastian Szary, Gernot Bronsert, Regan Farquhar Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com