Making Love To Morgan Wallen

Damn, I miss you, Chester
Sendin' love from a bass compressor (love you)
Ground control with a soul like Bowie
And I'll chop you up if I'm under pressure
I don't really wanna brag (brag)
I'm just telling motherfuckers that I'm leaving with a bag (bag)
High five to the scarred and the strange (strange)
From the outlaw that'll never get tamed (whoo)

Bizkit beats from the pirate band (Napster)
Signed this deal with a lobster hand (lobster)
Freestyle like a bowling pin
Flex these bars on a dolphin fin (Dolph Lundgren)
Life's too short, but I can't complain (what?)
Doing backflips on a candy cane (what?)
Ride my scooter with a cape at night
And I'ma high-five me a traffic light (whoop, whoop)

I blink twice, then I teleport (teleport)
Got kicked out of the Trump Resort (what?)
Bought this cloud on a payment plan
Then I ghosted out in a minivan
Mic in my hand like a waffle cone
Spittin' out syrup in the twilight zone

Got no job, but I'm on the clock
And you can't stop me 'cause the shit don't stop

Hey, ladies, oh
When you're hot, you're hot (yeah)
When you're not, you're not (nope)
Hey, fellas, oh
When you're hot, you're hot (yeah)
When you're not, you're not

Bitch, you know I'm hot
How many licks 'til the pepper gon' pop? (Pop, pop)
Told my cap it's the CEO (oh)
Then I moonwalked in a UFO (oh)
Mic my shoes with a Christmas wreath
Droppin' these bars while I brush my teeth
Flippin' this verse like a boomerang
Landed on stage in your Pootie Tang

Backpack filled with a new disease
Tellin' my doubts, I'm hard to please
We don't care, we bounce on clouds
Sing off-key, and we're still too loud
Bizkit drops, the place explodes
Jumpin' through life in my pantyhose

Still no job, but I'm on the clock
And you can't stop me 'cause the shit don't stop

Hey, ladies, oh
When you're hot, you're hot (yeah)
When you're not, you're not (nope)
Hey, fellas, oh
When you're hot, you're hot (yeah)
When you're not, you're not

I see through your act, and I still enjoy the show, yeah
No dance, no chance
No dance, no chance
No chance
No toast, no ghost
No toast, no ghost
No ghost
No bets, no debts
No bets, no debts
No debts

Oh, too bad
Too bad, gotta deal with the bitches
Some of y'all too big for your britches
How's about a high five for the good girls and the good guys?
C'mon

Too bad, gotta deal with the bitches
Some of y'all too big for your britches
How's about a high five for the good girls and the good guys?
You know who you are

Turn it up
I made this motherfucker diamond-plated
Makin' love to Morgan Wallen in an elevator
I'll be turnin' on you bitches like a generator
I'll be the greatest motherfucker that you ever hated
That you ever hated