Allday – Julia Stiles lyrics


Julia Stiles, I got

Julia Stiles, I got

Julia Stiles, I got

[Verse 1]

Hello matey, it’s me, the so shapely, overweighty fat fuck

I’m ice-cream cone crazy, Oreo tasting

My father don’t praise me

With a beach ball gut like I carry my own baby

Skin so flakey like a painting in the Louvre

Socially awkward, I’m strange and I’m aloof

They made me in a petrie dish, raised me in a tube

Now I’m driving ’round the city with a lady in my boot

Innately I’m frustrating, just a vacant kinda dude

Go walking like I’m Walter, wake up naked in a fugue

Too many buegs and I’m slower than the YouTube sloth

Wanna fuck with me? You do not

I’m fat, you should see me with my muumuu off

Now these rappers want to kiss me where my do-do was

See I smuggled in some googs in my Fubu socks

Catch me going fucking mental in a Bluejuice mosh


Julia Stiles, I got

Julia Stiles, I got

Julia Stiles, I got

[Verse 2]

It’s the fat fuck boy with the flabby gut

Breathing down the phone

You’re like "Go away, I’m hanging up" (Grr)

But can he bust quicker than a junkie with his bally up?

Been days since he’s smacking up

Don’t even get me angry, punk

See I’m frustrating myself to be around me

I’m like a twelvie towny, a real freaking Downy

Found me in your driveway, just trying to key your Audi

Wake up crying in a sweat

From a dream of Bieber drowning

Astoundingly disgusting, there’s really nothing there

In my brain, so deranged, I feel pain punching air

‘Cause I can’t mow the lawn

And the neighbours love to stare

And my dad’s like, "Yeah, you gotta grow a fucking pair"

And my life is solitaire but I’m too dumb for cards

Too hyper for Monopoly, I’m too drunk for bars

More obese than Toadie, got a humongous arse

Trying to fuck all the time like I’m Susan and Karl

[Outro: Julia Stiles]

I hate the way you talk to me, and the way you cut your hair

I hate the way you drive my car, I hate it when you stare

I hate your big dumb combat boots and the way you read my mind

I hate you so much it makes me sick, it even makes me rhyme

I hate the way you’re always right, I hate it when you lie

I hate it when you make me laugh, even worse when you make me cry

I hate it when you’re not around, and the fact that you didn’t call

But mostly I hate the way I don’t hate you, not even close

Not even a little bit, not even at all


Julia Stiles, I got

Julia Stiles, I got

Julia Stiles, I got