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Intro
00:08
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Drag queens and porno magazines
Dogs in leather
Mix the business with the pleasure
Tiny dancer in the palm of my hand
Like grains of sand
Studio tans and nightmare bogus poetry
Holy Moses woe is me
MTV makes me wanna smoke crack
Jumping out a window and I’m never coming back
It’s like clockwork
Agent orange and anthrax
When words hurt
I write the original soundtrack
Motion pictures
Bible scriptures
In the basement mixing medicine
Dread setting in slowly morose and bare
Tiny dancer hold me closer, I’m scared
Something in the air tonight
Smelling like a boiled rose
Spoiled dairy, burnt cherry pies, through your oily nose
Young men carry the nooses
Kings get berries and juices
The rich get richer, poor get stressed
Anxious and depressed til death more or less
Festering fear
Meandering near
The edge
The ledge
The pillow filled with tears
Dear god, we could use a little help down here
Oh man just look at my life
Filled with strife anguish covered nights
And the days look black and white
What happened to my American dream of color TV’s and magical wives
Back full of knives like a dartboard
I’m hardcore, just give me a chance
I got angst in my pants
Grief in my sheets, I don’t sleep, I dance
Give Darko a Grammy and kick it in Miami
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I done came down swanging slanging muthafucker
Tried to slap you five but you left me hanging muthafucker
My man got the beats stay banging on you busters
Switching lanes in my bucket hoopty duster
Sucker MC’s wanna battle me
Ladies wanna sleepless in Seattle me
But I leave these chickens clucking to the Applebees
Cos the scenes washed up like acid jeans
Big apple scheming in NYC
But it’s hard to dream when the city never sleeps
So they hold their hope close like soap on a rope
Where you could make it big if you sold dope
Got on SNL and told jokes
Dookie chains and gold ropes
Listening to the Doo Doo man
And the Wu Tang Clan
Biz Markie with the dapper dan’s
40 Water that’s my favorite rapper man
Lamping, laid back, literally lounging
You think you walk on water but you’re drowning
You got a savior complex, that’s astounding
We got your record label surrounded
Thought I lost my mind but I found it
Father to your style and you’re grounded
I pounded my fists on the concrete
Geto Boys on Elm Street
Halloween for you actors
Wack ass rappers never even left Nebraska
Someone please shut off his internet
They like to call up Chinese restaurants and make bomb threats
Looking like Frank Sinatra at the opera
Who you gonna pick, Spin Doctors?
2 princes, Vance or Towers
Catch me watching Carrie at your baby shower
I’m the mother fucking man of the year
Your in a cell with tattoo tears
There’s only one beer left, you can have it
I’m drinking Sunkist, making myself a sandwich
Banana peppers, on the couch watching Heathers
It’s whatever’s clever, have you ever
In your long legged life had a bald headed bitch for your bald headed wife
Live LIVE, socialize, doing 25 to life
One love, in jail, out on bail
Space suit crackhead stole your mail
Donuts, federal, infinite
Get a job, medical benefits
And the list goes on and on
To do some right, you gotta write a song
Sell it on the web, let it go to your head until it’s just noise
Cos dissing MC’s ain’t my vice of choice
Unsolicited advice, put some light in the void
Put some hair on your chest and some bass in your voice
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Flying Away
03:16
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Ever since a shorty I wanted to be a rebel
Must’ve been the Red 40 in my fruity pebbles
The scientific lovers didn’t get my fiction
The Jesus Christ brothers never caught my diction
I was all lost in sea world talking to the fishes
When a genie in a bottle granted me my wishes
All I want is bitches, big booty bitches
Used to sell bootleg DVD’s for Christmas
Misfits blaring as I’m driving in my bucket
Turn it up cos my clan in the front want it
When the MC’s came…
To spine tingle, mind boggle
Twist the metal, full throttle
Bottles of the martinelli’s
Nothing you could tell me
I’m at where your sister went
And your cousin, thought I wasn’t
Buzzing like a killer bee
With an ill soliloquy
Now I’m flying away on a jet plane
Fell in love with Pina colada’s and changed my last name
You don’t wanna know where I’m going so I won’t tell
Cos the air conditioner’s always broke when you’re living in hell
Paul McCartney was a walrus
David Bowie was an alligator
I’m an elephant man
Been doing this since you were knee high to a grasshopper
You can’t stop my uniqueness
My moonage dreamness
The people need this, an every man
With the green eggs and ham
Cosby sweater pudding pops
Strawberry letter Robocops
Watch for the drop
Like cartoons and anvils
As the hourglass sand spills
Now I’m flying away on a jet plane
Fell in love with Pina colada’s and changed my last name
You don’t wanna know where I’m going so I won’t tell
Cos the air conditioner’s always broke when you’re living in hell
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Darko verse:
Cyanide smoothie
I loved licking Lucy in the sky till she sued me
J Edgar Hoovie in the movie feeling groovy as Lee Harvey playing doctor Gynecologist to Barbie
Eating Swedish fish with a pimp named Garvey
Pulp Fiction gimps and Harleys
It was just
Zed’s dead
Never got to see the world
After the army he thought he’d meet a girl
Settle down in Arkansas
But it’s hard when your arms cut off from falling helicopter blades
Shades of blue and hues of grey
Going back home in Monochrome Twilight Zones
Choking on a chicken bone and you thought it couldn’t get sadder
Drank away the pain till it ruined your gallbladder
Blackened like the soul of a cancerous demon
Ignoramus in Paramus with both nostrils bleeding
And you got a migraine the size of Kansas
Clicking your shoes together for a color TV ended up covered in tree branches
Three days on the search
Till they found your remains and a blood stained T shirt
It had Bugs Bunny holding a wad of cash
And we were just trying to make the good times last
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Punks
03:32
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Punks jump up to get beat down
Punks jump up to get beat down
Save me now
Three pound bullet in the sky and I’m high as fuck
I don’t wanna die tonight, I’ve died enough
Fry my brain and hide inside my mind
Tying up my arm just to unwind
Drugs make a man feel happy
Just like a crush
The emotional prosthetic became a crutch
Now everything just ain’t enough
Chasing a feeling you had once
As a child in the sea
Lying on the beach
You’re washed up
Punks jump up to get beat down
Punks jump up to get beat down
Save me now
Tears of a sad clown paint my sky
Now I stare and wait for the paint to dry
Time and time again you left an emptiness in my heart
The tears of a clown now look like a work of art
And I turned into a perfect smile
But your head was twisted off all the while
Miles and miles we must’ve walked
Across the people outlined in chalk
The smog of the city had gripped your lungs
That’s when I could tell that rock and roll was done
Punks jump up to get beat down
Punks jump up to get beat down
Save me now
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Only Poets Live in Song
03:30
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Only poets live in song
To do some right, you gotta do some wrong
Learn from your mistakes we all make em
Some risks you gotta take em
Let the music be your warmth
Let god open the door
And break on through to the other side
Where the grass is green
Bubbalicious bubble gum and jolly rancher jelly beans
On the scene with a gangster lean
My rap rein supreme teams
Keep your gleam glow and glitter
Phone home to the Big Dipper
Wish upon a lightning bolt
And realize that it’s not your fault
I never asked to be born I don’t owe nobody nothing
When the sharks come collect hold your cards don’t show your bluffing
Unless you wanna ruin Thanksgiving stuffing
All that grief
Made me lose my belief
I’m deep in the ocean
But at least I’m still floating
Only poets live in song
To do some right, you gotta do some wrong
While you were player hating
I was radiating
Illuminating, ruminating on the subject
My bugged text written in code
Scribbled in scrolls for those who broke the mold of all that glitter and gold
Squares in their invisible cloaks
I don’t care about your driveling soap opera
Heart chakras and chart toppers
Smart coppers wanna play the fool
Rockers wanna sniff glue and drool
Like it’s still all cool
Falling off the stool and they’re kicking you out
Couldn’t bow out gracefully
Had to go the belligerent route all hastily
Macing me with pepper spray
There had to be a better way
Even if you pulled the pin from your hand grenade
I still wouldn’t be afraid
Dazed and confessed
My face is a mess
Big disgrace in the cuffs
Another one bites the dust
Only poets live in song
To do some right, you gotta do some wrong
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Who is the Dreamer?
02:22
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5 AM, Gilbert Gottfried on your stereo
I can’t sleep, I’m a dream like Fabio
Snotty nose rappers wanna diss the kid
But I’m Mister Big
Been around since Adam’s rib
Strange Days data disc
Other people’s memories are bliss
But I ain’t got time for that
Too busy pitching like a diamond back
Everything’s a copy of a copy, I’m an insomniac
Cowboys cheerleaders, donuts and bomb tracks
That I’m rhyming on
With Jay Electron, proton, the nucleus
Going on a ego trip
Green M&M’s and Swedish fish
Beep beep who got the keys to my Beamer
We live inside a dream but who is the dreamer
See me in my old school
Mobbing like 40 water
Used to act a fool
Kidnapped the president’s daughter
And his secretary too
Now I’m drinking blue raspberry juice
Out the kool aid bottle
I fell in love at the rock show
Monks in the mosh pit
Swimming in my optics
Scene switched to stop motion
Milkshakes full of number 9 potion
Singing to me
Put the lotion on the skin
Hoes just wanna lust for sin
And have fun
On the run from demon people
I’m trying to be the man but they’re crazy evil
They want my soul and my Slick Rick autographed cheeseburger
That’s when I saw the dream merchant getting dusted with a sheep herder
Thought I was saved till I saw the meat cleaver
Now I’m decapitated in the freezer
The blues blood bleeder, call me mind reader
It costs 2 grand for a Kool Keith feature
But I’m broke as a crow with no bird feeder
Beep beep who got the keys to my Beamer
We live inside a dream but who is the dreamer
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Freaks
04:50
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Mutant martians can’t get no satisfaction
In the city, windows down with the system blasting
Looking for some action in the kitchen cabinet with the Raisin Bran
That’s when I saw your chopped off hand
It wasn’t even Halloween or April fools
They used to like to staple fools to dartboards
And pray to the dark lord
Pricking at the voodoo
Sipping on a Yoo-hoo
Turned on the evening news, saw Mars Attack and nearly had a heart attack
Pseudo smart rappers never ate scrapple or a poison apple
Thinking they’re impregnable
Brush your teeth, wash your hands, and eat your vegetables
Always do what your mom and dad say
Hit the studio and get paid
Hide the tapes if they raid like water bugs
Power hungry coppers wanna slaughter thugs
It’s bugged, its bugged, its bugged out
Dunking on fools with their tongue out
Like MJ
And that’s what me and my friends say
The voices in your head keep stirring till your dead
That’s the recipe
MC’s wanna step to me
(Mystery Men sample Big Mistake!)
Trick or Treat
Gimme something good to eat
If you don’t, I don’t care
I’ll pull out my hair and howl at the moon
Like a mummy out his tomb
I never leave my casket during daylight
Cos the freaks come out at night
What’s a goblin to a devil
A god to a bomb squad rebel
Another statue to dismantle
A voice to sample
Human vs baboon, I’m taking the ape
And if your husband comes home I’m taking the fire escape
Liars wanna shake their 8 balls thinking that’ll help their cause
But I got the ironclad lion paws
Shark jaws in a gumbo
Cosmic mumbo jumbo
Pinocchio with a nose the size of Mutombo
Rappers wanna diss him
Ladies wanna kiss him
Warlocks wanna wish him of existence
My crisis existential
The nicest on an instrumental
Used to be a pen and pixel man
With the pistol in my hand
Tanks and bank robbers
Big thanks to the hob nobbers
Mobbing in my coup de ville
Who you gotta kill to get some validation?
Cos I’m losing patience like a malpractice
Red headed, large breasted, pale actress
Back to the lecture
All these bozos want is brains like Hannibal Lector
Pleasures from photos
Leather and no doz
Bennie’s gone extinct like the dodo
The 80’s were crazy, I saw it on the silver screen
Now they’re leaping at me like 3D Wolverine
Trick or Treat
Gimme something good to eat
If you don’t, I don’t care
I’ll pull out my hair and howl at the moon
Like a mummy out his tomb
I never leave my casket during daylight
Cos the freaks come out at night
I wanna be your freak
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1999 suey
Subdued and looney
Since Mayor Rudy snuck an uzi on the mothership
I never liked the government
Tax man
Rap fans going silly for a milli
Freestyles, MySpace
My mind state
No limit knock off mixtape covers
You’ll get it when your younger
Brother’s flipping chicken at the mall
I’m running into brick walls
Like Michael Rappaport
Girls in biker shorts
Super powers, special pills
Cos depression kills
Got a license to ill and I ain’t afraid to use it
Teenager’s newest
Suicidal idol
Midas touched the sky
Now I cry rainbows
Cupid arrows
Heart of a scarecrow
Stare at the freak show
Freak show stares back
Now you’re aware of the fact you’re a scaredy cat putting on an act
Reality is for the brave
And I got a taste
For self destruction
Facial reconstruction
Who would I be
If I wasn’t me?
Somethings never change
Somethings never stay the same
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I wanna kill you Wayne
I wanna kill you
You look like a 1970’s
Greenwich village wannabe
Joni Mitchell loving ass
I hope you’re eaten alive by rats
I wanna kill you Wayne
I wanna kill you
You work at super cuts
They call you numb nuts
Straight from the 1960’s
Art snobs and bogus poetry
Your shirts 3 sizes too tight
I hope you eat a lit stick of dynamite
You got a funny hat
Lollipop licking barber maniac
I wanna kill you Wayne
I wanna kill you
You got two left hands
You play drums in a jazz band
Or at least that’s what you project
That’s what your outfit suggests
You came here in a Time Machine
You got the brain of a Lima bean
You’re so stupid it’s almost sad
But not as bad as my ugly ass haircut
I look like Travis Bickle
I need to buy a gun
I look like a space monkey
I joined the fight club
Could be in Trainspotting
Premeditated plotting
Turned the big apple rotten
Rainy day parades and balloons popping
I’m a q ball
In the pool hall
I wanna kill you Wayne the hairdresser
I wanna kill you Wayne the hairdresser
I wanna kill you Wayne the hairdresser
I wanna kill you Wayne the hairdresser
Murder meticulous
Got me out here looking ridiculous
Soft horror core rap
Cult leaders, mind the gap
Time lapse when your bloods draining
End of Evil Dead and bloods raining
You put a stain on my name
You got me looking insane
Throw you out the window hanging from your own intestines
They call me Machete, they call you halitosis cos you need a breath mint
Test me end up in your excrement, exoskeleton
Skull in gelatin
In hell with them gas drawls
Hell in a cell with the mask on
I’m like Spider-Man
You throw rocks and hide your hand
I read your poker face
Chipping paint off your hoopty from 88
You better stay in your lane, don’t go against the grain
I’m major pain
Look in the mirror and say my name
3 times
Rewind my killer tape
Decide your fate
Here’s something you can’t understand
How I could just kill a man
Fill a man’s mouth with bees
Then drop him off in the high seas
Sipping a Hi C juice box
Playing I ain’t mad atcha by 2pac
Putting on lipstick, singing doo wop
As your brain particles percolate in the heat and prune
Cut in half blues, and crescent moons
Spoonful of sugar
Wipe off my eye boogers
Sleep’s my cousin
In the jeep getting dusted
Busted for narcota, never that
You’re a piñata, I’m a barbed wire baseball bat
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Darko verse:
Pretty Toney in the goalie mask
Malice at the palace homie hold me back
Watch me Dolly dick em
Monkey on his back, brass monkey in his system
Funky like the Biz Mark
Blue and Cream Wallaby Clark’s
Approaching a wack MC who can’t spit his darts
Rappers need chapstick
Cos the world’s gone plastic
Big microphone hippy
Eating chicken gizzard with a honey dip named Lizzie
Wizardry in the cauldron when we drop heat
Wrote this lamping at the Slauson swap meat
Cauliflower hurting when I dump the chicken
At the movies finger licking
Still tipping when the ends don’t meet
Claustrophobia making it hard to breathe
Just cos I ain’t paranoid, don’t mean they ain’t after me
Batteries sold separately
For toy soldiers holding boulders and money folders
Colder than Philly snow and Bruce Lee death blows
Breath control make em ditch the pack of smokes and matches
No more Johnny Blaze, Johnny Mathis
Chances are
Cos I wear a silly grin
The moment you come into view
Chances are
You think I'm in love with you
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In Too Deep
04:20
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Tantilizing
03:18
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Loving you has been a joy
You make my Christmas morning filled with toys
I feel just like a little boy
With a crush on our girl in his class
Every time I see that
Look in your eyes
My fantastical demise
Tantalizing surprise
Waiting for me
In the land of milk and make belief
You take my grief and twist my arm
You make a mean chicken parm
The stars in the sky show that the light has won
You took away the dark and showed me the sun
Mackin on the ave, cold chillin
Let’s get a soda girl I got my shot of penicillin
Villain with a genius plan
And you got me fiendish man
Hook me up with dopamine
I ain’t feeling soapy clean
Down and dirty
Waters murky, muddy too
De la soul Buddy 2
Attack of the clones
If I did a bid I’d still rap through the phone
And you could kiss me at the dial tone
Miles and miles we drove
Call me sir mix a lot
In the empty parking lots
Till my heart stops keeping beat
Clapping on the 1 and 3
I’m a grow this money tree and represent
Hell bent and heaven sent
Loving you has been a joy
You make my Christmas morning filled with toys
I feel just like a little boy
With a crush on our girl in his class
Every time I see that
Look in your eyes
My fantastical demise
Tantalizin
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Sometimes
04:06
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Sometimes
The sun shines brighter
On those who believe in god
One day
David beat Goliath
With just his slingshot
So baby don’t be afraid of the unknown
Even though he hung from a cross he still got stoned
God is everywhere
Even in your hair
So grow your dreads and shake em
Junior deluxe with bacon
Take me home I wanna sleep on it
I want forgiveness
For the sins that litter my soul
Cos I don’t wanna grow bitter and old
No, no
No way Jose
But what if’s and how do you knows
How can you see what can’t be shown
Its something you feel in your heart and soul
Don’t worry about your future woes
There’s only right now so take my hand
Cos heaven is a place the living can’t understand
And that’s okay we’ll be there someday
Matter of fact we’re all on our way
In the Tibetan philosophy
Of life’s great mystery
Like the magic in your eyes
You cry tears of wine
A thousand years go by
And they’ll still wonder why
What’s our purpose?
You don’t need Sunday service
To find a place to worship
I know it makes you nervous
Sometimes
The sun shines brighter
On those who believe in god
One day
David beat Goliath
With just his slingshot
So baby don’t be afraid of the unknown
Even though he hung from a cross he still got stoned
God is everywhere
Even in your hair
So grow your dreads and shake em
Junior deluxe with bacon
Take me home I wanna sleep on it
I want forgiveness
For the sins that litter my soul
Cos I don’t wanna grow bitter and old
No, no
No way Jose
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Mushy
04:10
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Mushy baby food
1982
Take me to the dream
That we always knew
You were there for me
I was there for you
No one knew the scene
That we were going through
All night, all day
Our love, always
1993
Lost upon the sea
Take my hand, we’ll float
Flying gingerly
Butterflies in bloom
And my golden tooth
Rain is angel tears
Start your day a new
Tender age in green
Trees of golden leaves
I took care of you
You took care of me
Merrily down the drain
Life is but a stain
Shamelessly I wrote
Hopelessly devote
Notes I left for you
When our brains were glued
On a love so new
On a love so true
Take it as it is
Mixtapes burnt to disc
Heaven’s as it seems
You showed up in my dreams
Woke up with a frown
Wine on your wedding gown
Towns of places past
Who’d wanna race a rat?
All night, all day
Our love, always
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What happened to peace?
PEACE TO PHIL FORD, HE SENT ME 200 BEATS
PEACE TO MY PARENTS FOR THE SHOES ON MY FEET
PEACE TO MY LOVELY WIFE AND OUR CATS
PEACE TO ALL MY FOLKS AT THE LAUNDRYMATS
PEACE TO JOHN WITHERSPOON
PEACE TO DONOVAN AND ANDREW
PEACE TO THE BIZ
PEACE TO TORITO AND HIS KIDS
PEACE TO RUBEN IN THE 215th
PEACE TO THE SPITS
PEACE TO HOMEBOY SANDMAN
PEACE TO EVERYBODY WITH A HUNDRED GRAND PLANS
PEACE TO KOOL KEITH AND 40 WATER
PEACE TO DAVID LYNCH AND HIS BARBER
PEACE TO KURT VONNEGUT AND MARLON WAYANS
PEACE TO FATBOI SHARIF AND KURT COBAIN
PEACE TO HARVEY CLIFF
NO PEACE FOR HAMMER OR THE SMITHS
PEACE TO NIC CAGE
PEACE TO OL’ DIRTY AND GHOSTFACE
PEACE TO THE 40oz MALT
PEACE TO MY BROTHER NAMED WALT
PEACE TO SWEET UNIQUE PETE
PEACE TO PAUL BARMAN AND HEIGHT KEECH
PEACE TO SCOTT THOROUGH AND TONE TANK
PEACE TO THE WACHOVIA BANK
PEACE TO STEEL TIPPED DOVE
PEACE TO EVERYBODY OUT THERE IN LOVE
PEACE TO OPEN MIKE EAGLE
NO PEACE FOR PORK EATING DEMON PEOPLE
PEACE TO KENNY DENNIS AND O’DOULS
PEACE TO DEL, HE’S SUPER COOL
PEACE TO DECLAIME, GRIMM AND DOOM
PEACE TO JAY DEE, AND MADLIB ON SHROOMS
PEACE TO BILL HICKS AND BUZZY LINHART
PEACE TO BECK, DANIEL JOHNSTON, AND SPARKS
PEACE TO FRANK ZAPPA AND OUTKAST
PEACE TO BEASTIE BOYS PLUS THE FIGHT CLUB SOUNDTRACK
PEACE TO DEAN FRIEDMAN AND 10cc
PEACE TO DE LA SOUL AND THE DIFFERENCE MACHINE
PEACE TO XTC AND THE WRECKING CREW
PEACE TO DEVO, PAROLE, AND GOLD TOOTH’S
PEACE TO THE SUN, MOON, STARS, AND THE PLANETS
NOW THAT IT’S OVER, HOPE YOU ALL UNDERSTAND IT
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Have you ever met a girl you tried to date
But her hair and personality was all fake
Let me tell you story of my situation
I was talkin' to this girl from the U.S. nation
I met her on tour, at one of my concerts
She had on a long sleeve John Lennon shirt
I just got off stage, drippin', pourin' with sweat
I was walkin' through the crowd and guess who I met
I whispered in her ear, come to the merch table
So I could sell you a record to spin like dreidels
I asked her her name she said blah blah blah
She had on tight leggings and a very big bra
I signed a couple CD’s and she was enthused
I asked “How’d you like the show?" She said she was amused
I started throwing bass, she started throwing back midrange
But when I sprung the question, she acted kinda strange
I asked her if she had a man? And she tried to pretend
She told me no, I only have a friend
Come on!
I'm not even goin' for it, this is what I'm goin' sing
You, you got what I need
But you say he's just a friend
But you say he's just a friend, oh baby
You got what I need
But you say he's just a friend
But you say he's just a friend
So I took blah-blah's word at this time
I thought havin' a friend couldn't be no crime
Cos I have friends and that’s the truth
Like Jason, Donovan, Debbie and Andrew
Forget all that, let's get into the story
About a girl named blah blah blah that adored me
We started talking, getting real close
Spending lots of time eating avocado toast
Met her folks and her little brother
Brought a brioche over for her mother
Everything sounded so dandy and sweet
I had no idea I was in for a treat
After dinner we had some O’Douls
The tour was over and she went back to school
I called every day just to see how she was doing
Every time I called, it seemed like something was brewing
I called her room and a guy picked up, so I called again
I said, “Yo, who was that?" "Oh, he's just a friend"
Don't gimme that, don't even gimme that!
Just bust this
You, you got what I need
But you say he's just a friend
But you say he's just a friend, oh baby
You got what I need
But you say he's just a friend
But you say he's just a friend
So, I went to her college for a surprise visit
To see my girl, that was so exquisite
She had a class, so I knew she’d be there
The first semester of the school year
I went to the gate and asked about her dorm
This guy made me fill out a visitor's form
He told me where it was and I was on my way
To see my sweetie pie, I was happy to say
I arrived in front of the dormitory
"Yo, could you tell me where is door three?"
They showed me where it was and for the moment
I didn't know I was in for such an event
I came to her room and opened the door
Oh, snap! Guess what I saw?
My girl in lingerie with a rose in her mouth
I was so in shock, my blood went down south
So please, listen to the message that I send
Don't get paranoid when she says she just has a friend
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U Don't Deserve This Beautiful Art North Plainfield, New Jersey
Since our humble beginnings as an internet cassette label in 2015, we've released music from Serengeti, Dean Friedman, Mr.
MFN eXquire, Homeboy Sandman, Tone Tank, Steel Tipped Dove, MF Grimm and countless others. We're a community and we hope you'll join us as we continue to evolve and empower some of the most unique voices in independent music.
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