This is a song about "Sex on the roof"

Zero options to choose

Squirrel is running on the roof

It wasn't about the sex

Sweet, okay makes sense

Faces, sex on the white sand beaches of saint thomas, though this ain't

They see me in that lavender tank, you'd rather just faint

Swing my sever of the roof on an extension cord

Dad wasn't around -- my father figure was too short

The whole house is burned down from the roof to the carpet

Man these songs that i made in my bedroom and shit

Wanted to go skate, can't, now my day is borin', damn

But my shit done hit the roof and the ceiling fan.

Mr. automatic bang, bang, bang

The correct answers malcolm sex man

Sitting on the roof and yell fuck everything

Now this is what i call an evening