[ OOOOOH SNAAAAAP. Give Katsura a moment to recover from that hella sick fire, but once he has recovered, a familiar beat begins to play on the stereo. He does dance, but there wasn't as much hip movement as expected (thank Buddha, praise be). It is mainly arm movements. ]
Here on Tellus— they don't, here on Tellus— they don't— Here on Tellus, well, they don't want none unless you got joe, hun!
Poor boy named Gin, always pickin' his nose— Gotta have him some sugar, everywhere he goes— A warrior once, but he live in a snack house— Two kids of his own, he was nothin' but spouse-less— Now dat's real, real, real— Exhaustin', cuz, he has to work and even make them some meal— Who could do that? When you're f***in' tired as hell— There's one thing, Left to do, and well, Time to drink some great sh**. By the way, let me say— He can tell I ain't makin' no teas, Comes by and orders the right thing he needs, Let him drink it for free and he tellin' me, He telling me it's real, that he loves my coffee, Say he don't like those smoothie, he want something with kick, So he pulled up in the drivethru, and I hit it with a shot like— Dun-d-d-dun-dun-d-d-dun-dun— Here on Tellus they don't— Here on Tellus they don't — Here on Tellus don't want none unless you got joe, hun!
Yeeeeaaaah boy, he love that caramel macchiato! [ cue gross and hideous laughter. ]
jesus take the keyboard
Give Katsura a moment to recover from that hella sick fire, but once he has recovered, a familiar beat begins to play on the stereo. He does dance, but there wasn't as much hip movement as expected (thank Buddha, praise be). It is mainly arm movements. ]
Here on Tellus— they don't, here on Tellus— they don't—
Here on Tellus, well, they don't want none unless you got joe, hun!
Poor boy named Gin, always pickin' his nose—
Gotta have him some sugar, everywhere he goes—
A warrior once, but he live in a snack house—
Two kids of his own, he was nothin' but spouse-less—
Now dat's real, real, real—
Exhaustin', cuz, he has to work and even make them some meal—
Who could do that? When you're f***in' tired as hell—
There's one thing,
Left to do, and well,
Time to drink some great sh**.
By the way, let me say— He can tell I ain't makin' no teas,
Comes by and orders the right thing he needs,
Let him drink it for free and he tellin' me,
He telling me it's real, that he loves my coffee,
Say he don't like those smoothie, he want something with kick,
So he pulled up in the drivethru, and I hit it with a shot like—
Dun-d-d-dun-dun-d-d-dun-dun—
Here on Tellus they don't— Here on Tellus they don't —
Here on Tellus don't want none unless you got joe, hun!
Yeeeeaaaah boy, he love that caramel macchiato!
[ cue gross and hideous laughter. ]