The Sly Digs - Studio D lyrics

I don't ask you for too much You don't expect that much from me So I figure it's a wash Quid pro quo and vis a vis Now this little house is flipping upside down With superlative hyperbole to spin it around The ferocity of all this clear and present animosity Chafing at our greasy parts with dwindling viscosity Down we go Hatbox-halo lady lie Maybe I ask you for too much And you expect too much from me Either way it's a lock We'll revisit this for weeks Is this at the core of our ubiquitous ambivalence? Or is it just a symptom of our cosmic insignificance? Lets mitigate this windfall of emotional extortion Because this vitriol's a virus of pandemic proportions Down we go Hatbox-halo lady lie I won't ask you for permission But I'll be begging your forgiveness Down we go Hatbox-halo lady lie