Pardon Me
[Verse 1]
Pardon all my mumbles
Pussy poppin, pussy pummeled
Bushey’s rockin, bushey’s humbled
Bushey’s tired of all these fumbles
*Yeah, haha
Yeah and I’m tired of all these flakes
I swear it feels like Christmas Eveeeee with all these frosted days
Yeah, don't you wanna make it?
Here’s my money, fuckin take it!
*Silence
I’m tired of all this flakin and this pussy ass mistaken
Swear you “wanna be so famous”
But all you lack greatness
What happen when the gram hits the fan and you faithless?
*Crickets 1-2 chirps
Damn I’m the man going ham and I’m faded
Half the time I’m alive I am high cause I am blazin
If you mind I won’t lie or deny it's amazing
Got my rides, and my signs, in my mind they keep changing, haha
Damn he's so real, he's so honest, he's so on
Man of Steal in his office but he's probally all gone
Yeah your probably fuckin right I'll fucking love tonight
And you're probably out of sight, so I'll probably live your life, haha damn i mean really thought

[Verse 2]
Excuse my fucking manners if I don’t seem so polite
But Bruce Banner got a fanta and I think he wanna fight
*Can opens, slurp (Hulk growl) on beat
And I think it’s friday night
Can go out and slash some pussy but I rather stay and write
*Scream
“Why they call you bushey?”
It’s my last name dude!
Get your cash, and Get your racks, this the fast lane dude! *Car flooring it
You won’t last, you won’t last, won’t last a day fool!
Remove your mask, Remove your mask, this ain’t a masquerade uhhhhhh!
Damn you so flaky, you so flaky, I see snow
Your mistakin and your hatin ass is getting really old
Yeah you're probably fuckng right, I'll fucking love this night
And you're probably out of sight, so I’ll probably cuff your wife
Damn was that too real or too close up to your heart
Maybe I should just calm it down and just not go as so hard
The next song is a pop song or maybe a banger for the club
Maybe you should calm down before I fucking bang your love