Chilly at the Crib Song Lyrics

I'm kicking back at the chill shack
Felling kinda slack relaxed and kinda like keroauc
No I do not drive a Cadillac I got the buzzmobile
Cuz mobile makes me feel like its the lovemobile
I got the cow print sheets on my sheets
I always got the black chuck taylors covering up my feets
I got the faux pas fake black marble paint covering up the wood
on my bookcase
I cleans my teeth every once in a while with tartar control
backing soda toothpaste
I'm digging the laid back grooves of stan getz and ciau gilberto
I date a girl named sister all that she's kinda hip and you know
she's puerto
Rican I'm freaking and speaking of tweaking
The weekend's kinda sneaking up and baby I'll be squeaking
By I'm tweaked out and freaked out and geek by the tile grout
Its black and green and scary and the tilex fumes is kinda hairy

I got the windows open hoping I don't asphyxiate & die I
guess I'm coping
I'm kinda insane oh man but I don't needs the rogaine
Can you stop the madness my badness is preplanned
I'm ready to recoil oh really no rally
I don't like to dilly I dally in the fillies you know they dry
me silly
My shampoos got the aloe I don't wear no mascara
I paint my nails with manic panic galaxy gold cause I don't