Salsa on my balls, boys
(Sa-sa-sa-sa) Salsa on my balls, boys
Green brownie
Salsa on my balls, boys
(Sa-sa-sa-sa) Salsa on my balls, bo-
Don't talk shit about me
You know it makes me mad
And it comes back to bite you in the ass
And I feel so surrounded
By all these pebbles covering a mountain
Don't talk sh-
Don't talk sh-
This the kinda brah
Don't talk shit about me
You know it makes me mad
And it comes back to bite you in the ass
And I feel so surrounded
By all these pebbles covering a mountain
So I put my hands up
They're playin' my song, the butterflies fly away
I'm noddin' my head like, yeah
Movin' my hips like, yeah
There's this girl named Astrid
(I got my hands up, they're playin' my song)
Never knows what's happening (They know I'm gonna be okay)
She does whatever all her friends want to, that's without asking
(Yeah, it's a party in the U.S.A.)
I really don't wanna grow up to be alone in a mansion
Her friends don't really like her, oh my God, I can't imagine
(Yeah, it's a party in the U.S.A.)
Don't talk shit about me
You know it makes me mad
And it comes back to bite you in the ass
And I feel so surrounded
By all these pebbles covering a mo-o-o-untain
There's this girl named Astrid
Never knows what's happening
She does whatever all her friends want to, that's without asking
I really don't wanna grow up to be alone in a mansion
Her friends don't really like her, oh my God, I can't imagine
Oh, hell naaaaaawh