Incompedance (BrooksOfYork Remix) ft. BrooksOfYork Lyrics

Incompedance brooks remix vol. 1

Girlfriend gave me chores, but I don't wanna do them

Gotta be a way I can get right through them

´Bout to try a brand new form of a gaslight

Gonna make her do 'em, but first I gotta ask right

Listen babe, if I do it I'mma mess it up

Listen babe, is this the way that you wash a cup?

I can take the trash, girl

I'm not that stupid

But could you maybe show me how to do it?

Dance, Dance

About to do my little incompedance, dance

About to do my little incompedance, dance

About to do my little Incompedance, dance

About to do my little incompedance

Verse number two, and I have to build a cabinet

Promised that I'd do it last year, but I haven't yet

Really need a way I can get out of doing it

La-Z-Boy day and I don't wanna ruin it

Listen babe, I got sushi for our din-din

Listen babe, how ´bout a movie and a night in?

Now she's laughing at her man, Ryan Reynolds

$20 sushi, and that shit is paying ten-fold

Dance, Dance

About to do my little incompedance, dance

About to do my little incompedance, dance

About to do my little incompedance, dance

About to do my little incompedance, dance

About to do my little incompedance, dance

About to do my little incompedance, dance

About to do my little incompedance, dance

About to do my little incompedance

´Cause I'll tell you a secret that you always knew

We´re not that dumb, we´re only playing dumb with you

Help me find my shoes, even if they're on my feet

´Cause we´re nothing but the devil wrapped inside a fitted sheet, baby

Dance, Dance

About to do my little incompedance, dance

About to do my little incompedance, dance

About to do my little incompedance, dance

About to do my little incompedance

Life is so simple, but it doesn't feel fair

He said he did the laundry, but it's sitting on the chair

And now you're folding t-shirts of the man you used to love

And praying for a demon that can save you from above, baby

Bitch-ass boy about to let the pans soak

Scrubbin' so soft, man, it's like his hand's broke

Gave a couple little tips, but it don't seem to faze him

Now I'm up 3 AM, saying "Who raised him?"

He's putting salad bowls all the way at the bottom

I'm 'bout to throw hands with whoever fuckin' taught him

'Cause the fires gettin' bigger, man

I don't know what to do

Brooks, buckle up, man, it's time for part two