 My phone, cause this song I wrote is just so sick It goes shoot, do, do, shoot, do, do, do, do, wait I got something to say, I forgot, wait a minute The world's about to end, so I'm gonna have to finish I guess if they were nice, we'd be better off in it Haven't got a plan, so I think I'm gonna wing it naked, oh With this song I wrote, and it goes like this, it goes shoot, do