This is a song about "Mr clueless creevey"

I'll touch slap her, dap her, plus clap her

You be tapping like a mr

Bout some, but never put out the stout guns

Foolish children (stuck in a box) like clueless chickens

But you know what

Mr. right's running up,

The way she walks and causes a fuss

Well that part shouldn't be so clueless,

So mr. rebel manages a hell evasion

And she looking for them trees, baby we got some

Please no photos, sorry mr. jameson

Hard to move on when you always regret one

Days before my generation uno dungeon family mr

I used to fiend for your sister, but never went up in her