New Casanova

I just became my own biggest fan Doubt kicked to curb, I have no words No longer do I give a damn Because I I quit my job on Sunday Stunnin' in my J. Crew suit New Casanova, know I told ya I've got verve and style, to boot Used to rock wheels with the heels up Now all these women keep wantin' me to feel up D-cup and I I think I just made it Feel so fit and tan No cuddles no puddles Just huddles with the motherfucking band Cause I I quit my job on Sunday, yeah Stunnin' in my J. Crew suit New Casanova, know I told ya I've got verve and style, to boot Times Square stopped shining when I took all the light I showed no mercy when it put up a fight Had to cut myself down to size So they could hand me a Nobel Peace Prize I'm not Jay-Z, but I can rock a fella Handle business over Christmas Did I mention all the systems I witnessed I slayed the Prison Industry Complex Solved world hunger World peace in a week Only ten words did I speak No we're Kum-bah-ya-in' Yahweh got us amped and often No longer afraid of my coffin Because I I quit my job on Sunday Stunnin' in my J. Crew suit New Casanova, know I told ya I've got verve and style, to boot I'm confident that you can handle truth Believe in us more than I believe in you But if you give love a chance I promise we'll dance And we'll chase the sun to the next black hole Then come out on the other side and flow flow flow I quit my job on Sunday, yeah New Casanova, New Casanova The ladies they all love me New Casanova, New Casanova Yeah I quit my job on Sunday, Sunday, Sunday I quit my job on Sunday, I did Yes sir Yes sir Yes sir