Pharrell Williams — Damn

[Verse 1] What up with Skateboard P, is he that dope? Or is he really Barry Bonds, is he that Sosa? I'm on a PJ sofa readin' Deepak Chopra Tryna figure out how I'mma act on Oprah My mama like "What you goin' find hustlers for?" If I'm honest, God moved me I'm just doin' a score Yeah nigga, to motivate you and your whore For more chips bigger cribs and a few of them Porsches [?] hustler music, inmates fight music I make beige music, I make white music Hype needles inducin' how you wanna try? Push a vehicle of choice how you wanna kiss the sky? And they protect themselves gas and potatoes 'til ya face shows Get your T-Zones, and clean out your pores I'm not really sure how the .40 makes a hole But it removes the dead skin and exfoliates your soul [Chorus] Say hell yeah Say hell yeah Say Germany Say Germany I'm fucked up I'm fucked up I'm high as hell I'm high as hell