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Last night, Alessandro and I were texting
(He’s that low-key creeper who just got back from Beijing)
About all the hot Comp-Sci Women’s Studies furry girls he knows
(Weird flex but okay, he pixel-perfect anime, mad aura points, so anyway…)
One a yummy mummy giving Emo-Academia
One a charmingly unstudied Stella loopin' "Quadrophenia"

Whenever I say sing…

Everyone is looking at you, no one is looking at you
Everyone is looking at you, no one is looking at you
She has a thousand followers, I trust her
Everyone is looking at you, no one is looking at you
Everyone is looking at you, no one is looking at you
She has a million followers, I trust her

Just now, Giselle and I were texting, right?
How Two Whatevers' alibi is all air-tight
(I forgot to tell you I had a little alpaca phase
And ate Dr Pepper Lip Smacker--but I paraphrase)
Thing One with all the aura, Thing Two with the moves
Now we in our matching Louis Hoodies, Island make the grooves

Whenever I say sing, you sing!
Whenever I say dance, you dance!

Thing One so drippy, so trippy, true facts (get dizzy)
Is she having a moment? (she processing, she up on it, drop the ax now, Lizzie)
Thing One make a bass boom the roof off the room, and she bring all the vibes
Rizzler strut Miami Basel (nice fit, Posh Spice)

Whenever I say sing, you sing!
Whenever I say dance, you dance!

Everyone is looking at you, no one is looking at you
Everyone is looking at you, no one is looking you
She has a thousand followers I trust her
Everyone is looking at you, no one is looking at you
Everyone is looking at you, no one is looking you
She has a million followers, I trust her

Thing One, got her bass bussin’ (she so real)
Thing One, got that booty funkin’ (mm, she the whole meal)
Two Whatevevers with the program, they understood the assignment
Ask me about my huge ass, and gimme an alignment

Whenever I say sing, you sing!
Whenever I say dance, you dance!

Two Whatevers so sub, boo that bass just slaps
Hit the pub with 2-Dub, and while you at it, watch the contracts
Listen papi chulo: Two Whatevers ‘bout to transmit
Listen papi chulo: Two Whatevers brought the new shit

Whenever I say sing, you sing!
Whenever I say dance, you dance!

Everyone is looking at you, No one is looking at you
Everyone is looking at you, No one is looking at you
(She got a thousand followers I trust her)
Everyone is looking at you, No one is looking at you
Everyone is looking at you, No one is looking at you
(She got a million followers, I trust her)
Everyone is looking at you, No one is looking at you
Everyone is looking at you, No one is looking at you
(She got a thousand followers I trust her)
Everyone is looking at you, No one is looking at you
Everyone is looking at you, No one is looking at you
(She got a million followers, I trust her)
Damn, Gina, look at you!

Thing Two giving Kubla Kahn, flashing eyes and floating hair
Strike a pose south of Tucson where he crashin’ his Corvair
He was an Earthquaker pedalboard in a past life
Now he smokes to make it interesting
And drunk the milk of paradise
He a Saturn in Aries in his mezcal era
With seven shivering Chihuahuas, all in trucker hats drinking Coronas
His mind full of trinket-facts and all the words to “My Sharona”
So the next night I had to clarify it for him, right?
Never mind he’s only visiting,
(What was that--I wasn’t listening)

Oh My God, he’s such a Chad (that girl Stan me so bad)
He go Hollywood hard in an upcycled denim bra,
She read “Infinite Jest”, watch black-n-white films in French
Now I just live inside her head rent free, amirite? Just tea

In case you missed it: Two Whatevers kick it
Make beats, chill, hustle, repeat
In case you missed it: Two Whatevers kick it
Make beats, chill, hustle, repeat
In case you missed it: Two Whatevers kick it
Make beats, chill, hustle, repeat

Everyone is looking at you, no one is looking at you
Everyone is looking at you, no one is looking at you
Everyone is looking at you, no one is looking at you
They all looking at you