(I know)
One, two, three
You ready?
Alright, hit it back
I know you're never gonna call back
Baby, it ain't all bad when you're busy
We take our chances on the weekend
Is this a feelin' that we'll miss?
But here comes, here comes
The week, the week
I try to just do me
It tends to backfire, you see
Give you a glance
I'll fix you a drink
Before it reaches your hands
It's down the kitchen sink
Yeah
But, hey, yeah
I learned two people never feel the same way, yeah
Somewhere on Belle Isle
I noticed your eyes were ablaze
And ever since I've been a fool
To pretend you're okay
Yeah
We're too inebriated to keep on bowlin'
So let's head back into town
In the kitchen, freestyle
Pete Rock on the beat
The beat rock, I'm like Jay
This the R-O-C
We burn another, we brothers
Though I met you last night
It feel like we from the same mother
The dark sky make the moon shine loud
We pile into the Chevy
And gang out to Waffle House, yeah (woo!)
You shuffle over to me
I can tell somethin's on your mind
Last time we talked was when
No one was left for you to confide in
And then you look at me and say
"Pourquoi on désire ardemment telle misère existential?"
Well
C'est un bon question
Bring it right back
Chillin' back at the house
Yeah, you told him his story
He told you what he's about
Said, "You wanna go up to my room?"
"Can you play me a tune?"
He got another thing comin' to that motherfuckin' room
Though, you know, once I cried
Him a river in your bottle
Drank a little bit
Now you're goin' full throttle
Don't talk to me nice
I like it when you mean with it, uh
Dan!
Da-boo-boo-boo-duh
Za-bah-bah-bah-bah-bah-boo
Shibih-dibih-bah-bih-dih-bih-boo
Sha-bah-dah-bah-yah-bah-eh!
Oong-eh-ooh-ay-ooh-ayah
Zebedoo, bebedoo, bebedoo, doodibah
(Nice!)
(Yeah)