Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Hopped up in my car and told my chauffer "To the top"
(Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay)
I want this shit forever, mayne (Ever, mayne, ever, mayne)
And I ain't even planning to call
You ain't gonna have no face to save by the time I'm through with this place (so
IF I HAD ONE GUESS, THAN I GUESS I’M JUST NEW ORLEANS
I want this shit forever, mayne (Ever, mayne, ever, mayne, ever, mayne)
Like a sprained ankle, boy, I ain't nothin' to play with