Blurred Bynes Lyrics & Chords By Willam

Amanda Bynes is fucked up!
She sure is (sure is)

#SAVEBYNES

She sure is
Okay

In 5, 6, 7

(Boop, Boop, Boop)

7, 8

(Boop, Boop, Boop)
Not hey hey hey!
I don't wanna get sued
Now

Remember that girl from that show "All That?"
She's in her own world
Fifty-one-fifty: fact
Her tweeker tweets are great (boop, boop, boop)
She must be snorting lines (I'll be back) (boop, boop, boop)
I wanna be Amanda Bynes (boop, boop, boop)
(That's fucked up)

Okay, she smoked some weed
You know you can't malign her
So high she tweets to Drake
To murder her vagina (Oh, I get it)
But he ignored the Chica (boop, boop, boop)
So she just smoked more reefer (boop, boop, boop)
Acid laced rolling papers (yolo)
(That's right)
Hey, hey, hey

That's why we gonna take a seat girl (sit down)
We right behind you
You just do you boo
Fire can gonna stop you
Got your back, girl
What I like about you
Is when you huff glue (Miss Byne)
Talkin' shit when you vine, too

We love you Blurred Bynes
New tits real sexy
Wig extra messy
Looking real, real sketchy
Fuck you's a mess girl
Bitch when you O.D
You're gonna O.D
Gonna steal your codine

Whitney, Britney, Lohan, Charlie Sheen and Russell Brand
All agree that she's the man
Wait, hold up, she was in 'She's the Man' (sure was)

Bitch didn't care less (boop, boop, boop)
Bath salts for breakfast (boop, boop, boop)
What rhymes with breakfast (boop, boop)
Ah, I don't know (that's fucked up)

So what she smoked some weed
She need a High Times column
Cracked out so effin' bad
Looks like a platinum gollum (uh uh)
Bitch you don't need a doctor (uh uh)
Just pass me them poppers
Ain't nothing gonna stop us
And that's we gonna take a seat girl
(Sit the fuck down)

We right behind you
You just do you boo
Fire can gonna stop you
Got your back, girl
What I like about you
Is when you huff glue
Talking shit when you vine, too

We love you Blurred Bynes
New tits real sexy
Wig extra messy
Looking real, real sketchy
But you a mess girl
Bitch when you O.D
(When's the rap coming up?)

You're gonna O.D
Gonna steal your codine

Oh shit here I come
Hold up she needs a snack
Making ducky faces in the mirror, quack quack
From percocet to meth and back
Easy A, Special K, but crack is whack
Pierce your cheeks, shave your head then mug and pout
Don't know what's all the fuckin' fuss about
Padded rooms while you scream and shout
Kick a guard in the nuts then you bust on out, bitch

Smoke this pipe
Get dick (uh huh)
Then nap (bye Felicia)

Psych hold's the T
Girl please tweet me
Saying I'm ugly
Say I'm ugly
(You don't look that bad)

I think your comeback gig
Will be on "Intervention" (oh, I love A&E)
'Cause you smoked your SAG/AFTRA pension
Coke nose shot-muggin' (boop, boop, boop)
Smoked a Glade Plug-In (boop, boop, boop)
(You can do that?)
Better get them drugs in (boop, boop, boop)

That's why we gonna take a seat girl

We right behind you
You just do you boo
Fire can gonna stop you
Got your back, girl
What I like about you
Is when you huff glue
Talking shit when you vine, too

We love you Blurred Bynes
New tits real sexy
Wig extra messy
Looking real, real sketchy
But you a mess girl
Bitch when you O.D
You're gonna O.D. (all right)
Go ahead Amanda Bynes
Fuck Amanda Bynes!

(I'm sorry, I'm sorry)
(Are we even recording this?)
(I sure hope not)
(We love you girl yeah yeah)
(I'm done, we're going home)
(We gonna eat)
(I think she's dead)
(Okay, let's go)