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I'm Into You, Are You Into You?

from Well, fuck​.​.​. by MC Karel

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This might not be a good idea, but my life ain't based on good ideas. Now could it be that you're into me, cause I am definitely into me. That's kinda freaky, right? So let's go out and drink tonight! And I'll think you're pretty great, but actually I'm mistaken. That's okay, cause I don't really care anyway. I fake an interest in your iPod but your music choices suck. It's cool you know Deafhaven but it's sad "they were on Pitchfork". It's cool that you're a babe but it sucks you know that too, cause now everything you do is centred around you. I just wanna dance and you just wanna get danced. But I'm a famous rapper and you don't even have fans! That's just your luck, and now you're just gonna fuck and I'm just gonna get fucked. Again. So let's never be friends. Let's never stop. Let's drink until the moon comes up. Let's go home alone, check my phone. I am my own dude. Let's get to my dorm room, let's sleep until my ghost moves.

What's the time? I don't know! I gotta get into this zone but I lost my control. There's a sign, it says "hello", but I don't know how to respond!? What do I say when I get nervous and my pants drop? What do I say when I'm a mess but I don't wanna talk about it? Do I say that I am drunk or do I really need to shout it? Man, I have problems.

Now everything you say to me goes through my brain like XTC. I don’t take drugs but I drink a lot, so you're excused to go get fucked. I'll do the same but in a different way, I'm not so literal anyway. I don't want sex, it freaks me out. I want to smooch, that's what I'm about. I forgot both of your names but I don't think that you care. I forgot that you're a babe and I forgot you're even there. I start thinking about this girl I like, how cool she is and how she might not give a fuck about me though, like all these other chicks I know. Oh fucking shit, I lost my flow, my watch is broke, it's time to go. "Wanna come with?", the answer's "No!", of course... I'm such a ho. A player with no speakers on, a Pantera fan that's not in love, I got a headache full of punkrock songs and I heard you like Mumford & Sons. My dad does too so it's in my genes, now I just wanna turn seventeen. Get my room clean and eat my peas, well tough luck, me, I'm in my twenties. Stopped caring 'bout the girls I meet, stopped wondering 'bout the boys I see. Stopped making sure that you're all happy. Stopped having dreams about your fannies.

Got white wine on my right, got nothing on my left - fuck! No one by my side, no one to get down with. You're hangin with your crew, I'm hanging with these lame dudes who wanna talk to me about the things they saw on YouTube. Cats, dogs, Russians and other shit I'm used to. Now gimme something special or get off of my BlueTooth. Everyone thinks you're cute, but let me be uncouth here: you're as boring as a root beer. I wish there was some food here. I wish I could see clear, see, watch a show on TV. Preferably iCarly, I like that's it's so cheesy. It makes me melt inside, like I'm made of mozzarella. Yeah, that's right, I am a sentimental fella! So, I got nothing to tell you, you got nothing to say to me, and all I can blurt out is that "I like mozzarella cheese!" She looks at me, I turn away. I'm gonna go, she's gonna stay.
It's 7 in the morning so I'm like "Have a nice day, babe..."

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from Well, fuck​.​.​., released March 10, 2014

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