George Watsky - Ugly Faces lyrics

rate me

Wassup beatrice? Just called you beatrice

And I don’t, and I don’t

And I don’t care if that is your name

Back in the day, daddy would say

That if I kept on making ugly faces

And I wasn’t careful it’d stay that way

Oh great, wow, no shit

Oh, hurray, that’s so sick

With a little bit of luck maybe one of those sticks

I’ll be feeling a helluva lof of swell

And from the second that I step in

I’ll be smelling like a big cheese

Everybody better be ready to get it get it

Cause I’m getting naked if you really want a striptease

And the babies in their highchairs taking off their bibs

And their mommies all be ripping out their wig weaves

And the pretty people in the oil paintings on the wall

Are popping molly and they’re stripping off their thick leaves

Better burn your clothes

It’s ll curl your toes,

Kissing women and they turn to toads

I’m pimping kermit’s hoes

And I’m sure that every girl is a peral

And the world is a perfect globe

But when I’m joking with my little cousin

And he pulls my finger then the motherfucking earth explodes, boom!

Sorry not sorry, sorry not sorry

Sorry not sorry, sorry not sorry

Sorry not sorry, sorry not sorry

Back in the day, daddy would say

That if I kept on making ugly faces

And I wasn’t careful it’d stay that way

Oh great, wow, no shit

Oh, hurray, that’s so sick

With a little bit of luck maybe one of those sticks

Everybody been in it to win it kickin in for a minute

And chilling but you’re tardy it’s why I gotta kill it

And then hit the pretty people in the building with my party trick

I think I’m gonna walk out of the door

Hop in my delorean and I’m gonna soar

Except that it’s a subaru and I’m yelling hoodie hoo

Hanging out the window like I’m marty mcfly

A lot of chickens in the flock wanna squawk and they get obnoxious

And all I hear is bawk bawk

And I’m not gonna wanna talk shop

Better put a sock in it if you gotta cock block

And be tocix and knock us and all we wanna do is rock rock and be raucous

I’m not gonna even stop if you think

I’m chopped liver in the crock pot

Cause I am a boss hog and I want the top spot and I got this

Sorry not sorry, sorry not sorry

Sorry not sorry, sorry not sorry

Sorry not sorry, sorry not sorry

Back in the day, daddy would say

That if I kept on making ugly faces

And I wasn’t careful it’d stay that way

Oh great, wow, no shit

Oh, hurray, that’s so sick

With a little bit of luck maybe one of those sticks.

Thanks to Kay for correcting these lyrics