The Like Song

[Hook] This isn’t a love song It’s more like a like song When you were getting your club on You were the one I had my eyes on (I like you, you like me, is it love? unlikely) You let me cut like a buzzsaw We did it with the lights on And all your girlfriends was wrong Because I actually might call [Verse 1: Dumbfoundead] I never knew a l-l-l-like like this You're the type of girl I take to sci-fi flick Or watch a Monday night fight with pints and spice dip Labeled ‘booty call’ under contacts in my sidekick If you're looking for love Why you up in the club Stuck up? Start loosening up Sip this Grey Goose Duck, duck This ain’t a shot at love This is just straight shots Buck, buck I like like much better (Whatever) Love sucks You're the type of girl that I wouldn’t take home to mom But you can meet my uncle and he'll give me loads of props Cause you were oh so hot But let’s close up shop I'll probably forget about you Like Robocop Now you think I'm an asshole So insensitive If you thought you were the one Go-go and guess again You say let’s try to make this work But I'm a pessimist So I use like instead of love to avoid messiness [Hook] This isn’t a love song It’s more like a like song When you were getting your club on You were the one I had my eyes on (I like you, you like me, is it love? unlikely) You let me cut like a buzzsaw We did it with the lights on And all your girlfriends was wrong Because I actually might call I wrote a whole like letter I can read you You don’t need my number lady I know how to reach you And just so that everything's understandable and see-through I don’t wanna’ meet your mom This conversation is between me and your cleavage So why don’t you leave us alone My concentration is bad as it is And your sleeveless tee is just taking me home [Verse 2: Psychosiz] You like it? I love it You love it? I'm above it I suppose West coast We don’t like them hoes My like-life's like life Only more lifelike I love it (Nigga if you love it so much, why don’t you marry it?) Why don’t you shut the fuck up We don’t gotta’ like you Cause we aren’t like you We’re like me And like me Do we like you? Unlikely For you to be as fly as me You have to get your pilot's wings I build skyscrapers out of sky pagers And text the sky 911 at my leisure I ain’t tryna’ be liked I’m more like Like, who you doppelgangers try and be like? Celebrity life every night If everything is everything I hate everything twice [Verse 3: Open Mike Eagle] If I didn’t answer your call It might be an emergency I've got a real old phone It’s likely that the circuitry is rusty or overblown I'll text you back with urgency It’s something really important (He was signing up for Turkish Teens) (What did he say?) That I was climbing up a turnip tree To find us the perfect leaves For grinding up some herbal tea Either way What’s up with the third degree? (That is not what the fuck he said! You think I’m stupid or something?) Don’t I give you everything that a steady date deserves? Shit, check out the artist list on this medley tape I burned It’s entitled ‘The Sentiments That I Dedicate To Her So Long As She Only Listens To Every Other Word’ I mean, you're pretty high on my priority agenda Hell, I went to your house to hook up your digital antenna And I was just finna’ let you use my favorite smoothie blender And get your name tatted on my neck... in Henna [Hook] This isn’t a love song It’s more like a like song When you were getting your club on You were the one I had my eyes on (I like you, you like me, is it love? unlikely) You let me cut like a buzzsaw We did it with the lights on And all your girlfriends was wrong Because I actually might call