Lyrics Vince Staples

Vince Staples

Aintnofun

(Speak!)

Well, it ain't no fun if the homies can't run

Train on a dame that they met up at Chili's

She need good dick, so I make her pop a wheelie

Wristwatch T-Bos, diamonds chilly

Silly bitch, fuck you and your TLC

Go and fetch me a sandwich, a BLT

No lettuce or tomato, but double on the bacon

After that, collect your shit, you need to get to shaking

Silly bitch

Ugh, I wouldn't call myself a chauvinist

You just a dumb slut who can't accept my openness

Hopeless romantic and such

You trying to get me stiffer than a mannequin touch

Manic depressive, obsessive compulsive

And it's hard to stay focused with your legs wide open

And I'm sorry that I'm easily distracted

But I got a thing for southern girls with them accents

Yep, I tend to think with the wrong head

So don't get mad if I end up in the wrong bed

Next to, a perfect pair of tits

With a glass of OJ and some Eggs Benedict

Over easy, sleazy, and you don't believe me

When it's 9am and I say that I'm drinking

Cause I really got a problem

And as my father said on his deathbed

Breakfast is the most important meal of the day

And weed