We got another pub anthemnThis song right here, is about makin out with somebodynAnd never talkin to them again (laughter)nAnd basically, how jealousy is a weak emotion.nAnd how it's ruining the world. (That's right)nMake out with the universe nownnI wanna walk into a bar, find myself a girlnIntroduce myself, tell her that I like her shoesnTell her she can buy her own drinksnI pull her to a dark corner, kiss her and make her heart sinknIt's funny when the thugs with the tattoos thinknThat I'm a nerdy ass first base classroom geeknThey walk by me and they don't even speak (word)nThen they find their girlfriend propped up on the bathroom sinknShe's kissing menWe feelin the rhythm of slow drums givin delicate kisses with little to no tonguenIt's so funnShe happily will follow the miragenShe's warm like a bottle of Shiraz (Goddamn)nThere's something so especially unique about a girl that thinks her boyfriend's jealousy is weaknSo right before he punches me and breaks my nosenI touch her whole entire body with the makeout rowsnn(Chorus)nCause I'm a makeout banditnIf you don't understand itnKeep your little love thing away from menCause I'm a makeout banditnIf you don't understand itnKeep your one night stand away from menCause I'm a makeout banditnIf you don't understand itnKeep your damn jealousy away from menCause I'm a makeout banditnIf you don't understand itnYou should probably stay away from mennShe wants to walk into a bar, find herself a boynIntroduce herself, tell him that she likes his inknTell him she can buy her own drinksnPull him to a dark corner, bite his neck and make his heart sinknPlay the harp strings in him, feel the sharp sting lightlynShe got a sweet burn like a Long Beach ice teanHe feels flattered, he feels like such a bachelornHe asks for her name, but she says it doesn't matternLike Listen up boy, you're not my boo you're not my kingnDon't say another word you're gonna ruin everythingnI'm just choosin every dream that I've had with my flavornShe's a humanitarian, she's not a player (damn)nShe doesn't drink til she can't comprehendnTherefore she doesn't wake up next to random body skinnAnd she'll keep every bobby pin, bracelet, and necklacenTells him you will not regret thisnnChorusnnYou gotta put away the jealousy and drama, let it go (let it go)nYou gotta put away the guns in your rap songs, let 'em go (let 'em go)nYou gotta swallow that weak-ass anger, let it go (let it go)nYou gotta stop takin life so serious and let it gon(make out with the universe)nnI wanna walk into a venue, find myself BjorknIntroduce myself, tell her that I like her musicnAsk her if she'll purchase me a carnTake her outside then I'll kiss her underneath the bright starsnFrom shiny Mission West back to Raytown HighnI had to serenade my baby with the K-town vibenI hit the switches on the tre pound fivenAnd make Icelandic love on the playground slidenCause I'm the makeout guynnChorus