Carpetbaggers - Harlem Shakes

You say all these baggers are just sleight of the hand

I can blow them once they’d scatter like sand

And you treat me like some young Italian

Kissing napes of necks while I steal medallions

Crash my moped into your fence

And leave all your lawn to crawl in your vents

Just to watch you sit there watchin some TV

I’m a real charmer for sex acts

I can have it here in this vent

I’ll be your ex-lover

Your sister, your brother to torrment

You got me so easy

You got me so hard

Your life is like museums

My life you’re just art

Oh baby come caress me

So I won’t turn blind

Now I’d sell you for some dumb luck

And a dime-filled jar

And when all my words fall by your feet

And you laugh at me while I dream in streets

Would you still take two just to local color

But your purse won’t hold your outfit together

Now you’re bound to take the love that I found

And you peck at roots dug up from the ground

And I sit here freezin'

Feelin' up nothing

We can get drunk at the movies

We can get drunk in my room

I’ll be your ex-lover

Your sister, the brother you’ll bring doom

You got me so easy

You got me so hard

Your love is like surgery

My love is like scars

Oh baby on the Red Sea

We took him by fire

Now I’d sell you for a raincoat

Before a fight

They’ll knock you out now don’t you let them

Reaching your mouth taking your tears

Now carpetbaggers don’t you let them

We love this life spent in tender youth