(hook) Spin the world on your palm! Go to the party now your anxiety’s gone Spend the night with a shorty on your arm Wake up feeling right about the wrongs He Mr. Deeds with the good Acts He play it clean but he fucking all the hoodrats That self esteem must be lower than the floormats That poor man, he must be dreaming of some whore’s ass But relax, and relate, and take a little second to investigate Im on fire , tell the department to not resuscitate I’d stroke the flames while they operate And the heart rate raise watch it palpitate (hook) Spin the world on your palm! Go to the party now your anxiety’s gone Spend the night with a shorty on your arm Wake up feeling right about the wrongs I brought the rain. where’s the thunder at? I need rest in the shine like a summer nap I need a dime to pass a test for some petty crime before I End up in some other trap Lost in the maze, couldn’t use the map Now get me a tab, make it a 12 Show them a heaven, they’ll lead you to hell Count to 11 Then you end up in jail (hook) Spin the world on your palm! Go to the party now your anxiety’s gone Spend the night with a shorty on your arm Wake up feeling right about the wrongs
