"Business Casual" lyrics

Someone call someone

Silence
Gripness
Someone call someone

This city, she's purring like a cat
And she's in my lap
Ancient pornography
Has come back
With tomorrow's come a day
They meet in three
In the voodoo dome of empty calories
White-glove delivery
To a wet brain
And an elevated heart rates

Bad cholesterol, business casual
Bad cholesterol, business casual
Extra virgin sputtering Adderall
Seersucker suits suits, foul business casual
Bad cholesterol, business casual

Let your gut sag to the love shack
The fight back like a fucking maniac
And it all falls down into the cracks
Just do the math
Whiskey dick
With a homemade vasectomy
Chopped just a goose stepping
Sailor man with the mafia clan
Have prostitute at three
Cat eyes are living in trees
Low carbs and Gluten free

Bad cholesterol
We're dressing business casual
We suck the fat of man son
Milked up by ghost Wall Street punks
Bad cholesterol, business casual
Bad cholesterol, business casual
Business casual

Top wetty o' fitness
Late night ripeness
Ab well equip-ness
Get young
With psycho-sexual shit-ness
The loser but winning
When they lose his or her thickness
Magic policy
Protecting me from me (me from me)

I think I'm skinnery