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I love that how she breathes booze in the mornin'
Man, it's so sexy how she can't remember last night
I made a fatal mistake letting her drink again
Well who the hell am I to tell her how to live her life?
And if you could put dumb in a shotglass
I'm just another lush who's had one too many in me
And we please don't have enough
I see you stand there, settle for anything, anything's better than lettin' her,
'Cause she could do better than me
She'll come around eventually
'Cause baby girl's a queen
And a queen is just a pawn with a bunch of fancy moves
And she's made me a fiend
I won't be withdrawed 'cause I got nothing to lose
Oh no,
She's at the bottom of that bottle
She's only one more swallow
From being, you know, so hollow
(Hey! Hey! Hey!)
Bravo, she's at the bottom of that bottle
She's only one more swallow
From being, you know, so hollow
I find it funny she can never find her car keys
Immediately after telling me she can't take it
She makes the cutest faces when she screams obscenities
And slurs her words because she's never not inebrieated
And the front page that I'd read
Let the girl go, you know you can do better
It's bad, when the fact that you can't have her
Is the reason you sweat her,
Don't let her take advantage of you
Like the other girls let her
You better cut your losses now buddy.
'Cause baby girl's a queen
And a queen's a pawn with a bunch of fancy moves
And she's made me a fiend
I won't be withdrawed 'cause I got nothing to lose
Oh no,
She's at the bottom of that bottle
She's only one more swallow
From being, you know, so hollow
(Hey! Hey! Hey!)
Bravo, she's at the bottom of that bottle
She's only one more swallow
From being, you know, so hollow
Drown yourself,
It's not worth keeping me
Just put it down right now,
When bow out gracefully
('Cause baby girl's a queen
The queen's the part with a bunch of fancy moves
And she's made me a fiend
I won't be withdrawed 'cause I got nothing to lose)
Oh no,
She's at the bottom of that bottle
She's only one more swallow
From being, you know, so hollow
(Hey! Hey! Hey!)
Bravo, she's at the bottom of that bottle
She's only one more swallow
From being, you know, so hollow
(Hey! Hey! Hey!...)
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'81 was the year shit hit the fan in a major way
I sat there for an inspiring artist
Almost 20 years after the fact I'm still on my hustle
Diggin' graves for an inspiring artist
Pushing daises up
And never compromise the arts and make a crowd clap
Shit on since the first show
But we turned feces to fertilizer
So when you diss it's just food for the flowers to grow
Sold 15 plus out of backpacks, no trunks
Too young to drive
But live hip hop
And the kids are upstate kids that thought rap was past tense, hence the last name
Got name for playing basements and such and making songs that our friends loved
And when the fish bowl got too small to hold the goldfish
We filled our gills with water and ripped that mother fucker like
So take a step back
And a breath in
Let it out now
Put your chin up
You can do it tiger
You a man now
And in your dream it's time to do the best you can now
So break ourselves down
And build ourselves up in disappointment
How fragile we are
So fragile we are, we just don't show it
Shake up this town
And shoot down the stars for our enjoyment
So sexy we are
So sexy we are, we just don't know it
This is what you wanted right?
How many nights were spent pouring out your guts dummy?
How many punishments endured for fucking up in school?
How many teachers proved wrong by writing songs instead?
My point exactly
But you knew you had a spark, did you?
Something producin' to the dreams your pop's dreams lent you
Stay focused when nothing seemed to make sense
Stealing verses with that cash's clay confidence
Sometimes you stubborn as shit, that's the McCoy in you
You learn to be a man without losing the boy in you
Just do your thing man
So take a step back
And a breath in
Let it out now
Put your chin up
You can do it tiger
You a man now
And in your dream it's time to do the best you can now
So take a step back
And a breath in
Let it out now
Put your chin up
You can do it tiger
You a man now
And in your dream it's time to do the best you can now
So break ourselves down
And build ourselves up in disappointment
How fragile we are
So fragile we are, we just don't show it
Shake up this town
And shoot down the stars for our enjoyment
So sexy we are
So sexy we are, we just don't know it
We break ourselves down
And build ourselves up in disappointment
How fragile we are
So fragile we are, we just don't show it
We shake up this town
And shoot down the stars for our enjoyment
So sexy we are
So sexy we are, we just don't know it
So take a step back
And a breath in
Let it out now
Put your chin up
You can do it tiger
You a man now
And in your dream it's time to do the best you can now
So break ourselves down
And build ourselves up in disappointment
How fragile we are
So fragile we are, we just don't show it
Shake up this town
And shoot down the stars for our enjoyment
So sexy we are
So sexy we are, we just don't know it
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I remember when I first laid eyes on you
My man Tom introduced us but I was too shy to say hi
When I finally built up enough nerve to drop a line
You made it clear you wasn't just another myspace mistress
And I didn't take it personal
When you ignored my request to be your friend I spilled my guts and hit send
2 weeks for a response and got nothing
Honestly it only made me want you more
Week 4 rolled around and I was this close to letting go
But something wouldn't let me even though I hardly knew you
It was plain to see we were meant to lock lips
You knock me out with the brass knuckle tats on your hips
I was on this website late night lurking
When I got a message from you that was labled urgent
You said you weren't impressed by lame dudes with no game
They're all the same tryin to get your instant messenger name
But the fact that you're hittin me back made me smile
You must've saw somethin you liked when you was skimming through my profile
You caught me at the most pivotal moments
And now I'm emailing my love a dozen digital roses
So click approve, so simple
Show me some kind of sign and let me know it's time to make my move
Just click approve, come on girl
Baby I'm one of a kind and I ain't got time to lose
Just click approve, you're killing me here
Show me some kind of sign and let me know it's time to make my move
Just click approve, come on girl
Baby I'm one of a kind and I ain't got time to lose
Let's face it, it's a sad situation when we have to resort to keyboards as a means of making relations
But I don't have the patience, I get straight to the point
So this is me at my most honest
No egos, no Gym Class status, just Travis
Love you to leave it, but you gotta admit
On a scale of 1 to awesome I'm the shit
Just get over it, it happened god damnit, I'd been waitin too long
I even wrote a song about, like to hear it, here it go
If I'm being too annoying, let me know (just let me know)
But its hard for me to not hate
When I'm on myspace I never see my face in your "Top 8"
Approaching 6 weeks now, it's kinda obvious that you're either occupied or playing a game
All my money's on the latter, this is not a "lol" matter
Why would you pass up a chance this great?
If there were two forces and I split them down the middle, I could swing back and forth for 3 days (Rephrase)
If I had two horses, and I beat them with authority, I'd gallop all the way to Canada to see your face
But all I got is this Powerbook and Ichat
Besides I hit you all the time and you never write back
I stay on my feet (shit)
And be persistent until my name is under "who you'd like to meet"
So click approve, so simple
Show me some kind of sign and let me know it's time to make my move
Just click approve, come on girl
Baby I'm one of a kind and I ain't got time to lose
Just click approve, you're killing me here
Show me some kind of sign and let me know it's time to make my move
Just click approve, come on girl
Baby I'm one of a kind and I ain't got time to lose
Who cares if we don't know each other's last name
All I know is that I'm smittin with your pictures wishin you would feel the same
I'll admit I get a lil jealous when other dudes leave you comments
Don't let it gas you up, it's all nonsense
Make me out, romancing the thought of me and you speaking in tongues in this mansion I bought
But it's all wishful thinking
Just give me some kind of sign to let me know I'm not freakin you out
And if you love then what I'm speaking about, then say something
I check my inbox 10 times and there ain't nothing
You probably busy doing something sexy
I just hope I'm in your thoughts next time you log in
And if not, ain't no love lost between you and me
I'll be here when your man ain't fully down as he used to be
So yeah its time to sign out, my vision's getting blurry
This is madness, xoxo dash Travis
So click approve, so simple
Show me some kind of sign and let me know it's time to make my move
Just click approve, come on girl
Baby I'm one of a kind and I ain't got time to lose
Just click approve, you're killing me here
Show me some kind of sign and let me know it's time to make my move
Just click approve, come on girl
Baby I'm one of a kind and I ain't got time to lose
So click approve
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See here's the thing
We have to take off those clothes
We have to party all night
And we have to take off those clothes
To have a good time
Oh no
Excuse me miss
I couldn't help but to notice how alone you are
I dig the attitude and how you're acting like you own the bar
Got me flashing keys and I don't even own a car
Like you ain't feeling my charm, because I know you are
I'm trying to see how your lips feel
Oh I'm sorry, my name is Travee and I'm pretty much a big deal
Oh, you've never heard of me
That sounds absurd to me
The way you stole my attention was flat out burgulary
What do you say let's exit stage left so me and you can
Possibly reconvene and play some naked peekaboo
Cause after all the blouse you're wearing is kinda see through
And it's obvious I'm heading wherever you're leading me too
Such an angel with a devilish angle
And quite the certified sweet talker
And you're buying every line of it girl
And I don't really blame you
If I was in your shoes I'd probably do the same too
We have to take off those clothes
We have to party all night
And we have to take off those clothes
To have a good time
Oh no
Now here's another bar, I'm coming for the slow gunners
Put your helmets on and take a seat on the short bus
Next stop, right around the corner from your momma live
No turning back so you better buckle up
Shit, don't be concerned with mine
I feel like a Speak and Spell way I got you learning my lines
Fine, pull the string, replay that shit
I change my name to "did he really just say that shit?"
Yep
I'll take a mile if you let me
Six-five, two hundred plus and so sexy
My legs going up for keeping my phone on vibrate
To hide the fact your girlfriend keeps textin' me
And I've been tryin to never mind it man
But every time I get a new number, she finds it damn
And you thought you had it sewn up
Until right around amazing o'clock when I showed up
We have to take off those clothes
We have to party all night
And we have to take off those clothes
To have a good time
Oh no
Got chicks, all hot chicks
And you rock chicks, datin' hip hop chicks
Slim chicks, round chicks
Black, white, yellow, and brown chicks
Got chicks, all hot chicks
And you rock chicks, datin' hip hop chicks
Slim chicks, round chicks
Black, white, yellow, and brown chicks
Good grief girl, you're giving me goosebumps
Standing there in your underwear and new pumps
It's like the more time we waste and less time I get to taste you
Honestly I could easily replace you
It's not a skam girl
That's how I am girl
Peter Pan, I'm a sucka for smucka's jam girl
It's clear I'm only here for good clean fun
Shut up and kiss me like the antedotes under my tongue
Whoa
We have to take off those clothes
And we have to party all night
And we have to take off those clothes
To have a good time
Oh no
We have to take off those clothes
And we have to party all night
And we have to take off those clothes
To have a good time
Oh no
Got chicks, all hot chicks
And you rock chicks, datin' hip hop chicks
Slim chicks, round chicks
Black, white, yellow, and brown chicks
Got chicks, all hot chicks
And you rock chicks, datin' hip hop chicks
Slim chicks, round chicks
Black, white, yellow, and brown chicks
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[Roll Sloppy Love Jingle Sequence 1. Action!]
Bartender!
"Yeah I hear your wise ass, give me a minute."
I'm trying to get this round over here.
"What do you think I'm just working for you here?"
Actually, will you, will you send a drink, to the lady at the end of the bar? Yeah that one right there.
"Here you are man."
Yeah, yeah. It's on me. Tell her it's from Travie.
"It's from this guy over here."
From the second she shimmied in
I was intrigued by her essence
And my first instincts to make sure that my presence was felt
Simple and plain
I'm probably jumping the train
But all I could see was my name engraved on her belt
Hit the pause button
Damn!
I don't even know this girl
And I'm already practicing my sweet-nothins
But that's a classic trait of a soft-spoken, heart-broken, fellow like my self best believe (pussy)
I tend to wear my heart on my sleeve
But that night the Jagermeister had my sleeves rolled up
Wait a minute, hold up
I think she caught me grillin' now I'm spillin' my drink (don't look don't look)
I knew our feelings were in sync so now she gave me the wink
The only problem is, I'm not your ordinary, average Romeo
A Cyrano de Bergerac (shut the fuck up)
In fact, I remember back in fifth grade
I tried to read the book of love, but sadly
The introduction didn't grab me
So I left it on the shelf and kept moving
Assuming that this planet rotates
I'll just procrastinate until the day I bump into my soulmate
Who would've thunk I would be pissy ass drunk when time came for collision
So I made the decision to just keep my composure (cool cool)
Until she started getting closer
And then I felt this weird feeling underneath my left shoulder, and then I
Slipped, tripped, busted my lip and fell in love
The minute that she stepped in the door
The type of girl I'd have to make a couple mix tapes for
To me she equaled MC squared and everything else was mathematics
I never took the time to practice
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Fame, fourtune, platinum records.
Its evey boys dream.
True story.
Somebody asked me one time.
Travie, you high.
You look high.
Shit, Yeah Im high.
Lets go.
The world is yours, so play the role.
Blow the dust off this record and put the needle down slow.
Our veins are cold, but we'll never grow old.
Lets have a toast, and raise our drinks.
No hearts on our sleeves, just eagles on our cuff links.
Its such a rush to know you love me so much.
We'll do whatever you want to.
Girl I'll make a movie star of you.
You know that I could,
If you let me be your hollywood.
We'll get high, and hide.
We are lovers to the glamourous,
white girl so fine.
Going up on the downtown line.
We'll get high, and hide.
We are lovers to the glamourous,
white girl so fine.
Going up on the downtown line.
Take your razor, break down my line.
Put your nose to the speaker.
Now breathe in, breathe in.
Clean up your nose, and face the crowd.
Then kiss your mirror cuz we're all stars now.
Isnt it fun how music makes your lips numb.
We'll do whatever you want to.
Girl I'll make a movie star of you.
You know that I could,
If you let me be your hollywood.
We'll get high, and hide.
We are lovers to the glamourous,
white girl so fine.
Going up on the downtown line.
We'll get high, and hide.
We are lovers to the glamourous,
white girl so fine.
Going up on the downtown line.
Take your razor, break down my line.
Put your nose to the speaker.
Now breathe in, breathe in.
We'll get high, and hide.
We are lovers to the glamourous,
white girl so fine.
Going up on the downtown line.
We'll get high, and hide.
We are lovers to the glamourous,
white girl so fine.
Going up on the downtown line.
Breathe in.
Breathe in.
Breathe in.
Breathe in
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My life's these yellow lines, concrete, and parliment butts
Exhaust fumes and rest stops who drive hard for their bucks
Load in, sound check, play show, load out, let's go, next city, oh great, off day
Hangovers, hangups, dialbacks, running make up, apologies and promises
And nobody acknowledges that boys in bands got it so damn bad
But we love like the last cigarette we'll ever have
I'm putting miles on my body, bout due for a tune up in this gas station, food ain't really helping but
I'm loving every minute, every road signs a reminder of exactly why we did it to begin with
This is how it has to be
A kiss for luck, submerge myself
And in 7 weeks resurface
Even if we don't look back again
Tired boys and wired eyes
Exposing imperfections
To the public eye we're perfect
Even if we don't look back again
I like these hotels, passports, random bag checks, day dreams of love affairs that I haven't had yet
Touch down, baggage claim, new town, different dame, same clothes, 7 days, whew, damn I need to change
And it's a lifestyle that I wouldn't recommend
Wild N Out on a level Nic Cannon couldn't comprehend (fuck outta here)
We made a lot of friends and even more enemies
Some of which were genuine and others just pretend to be
Soft raving baby, life's lovely
Even when the gray rain cloud's right above me
The girl's textin' me talkin' about gettin' all cuddly
Cause you paint a pretty picture but the frame is so ugly
This is how it has to be
A kiss for luck, submerge myself
And in 7 weeks resurface
Even if we don't look back again
Tired boys and wired eyes
Exposing imperfections
To the public eye we're perfect
Even if we don't look back again
And now it's back in a van with four of my mans
Until we catchin' a tan on the Florida sands
I feel like tourin' this land's made me more of a man
From killa California to the shores of Japan
Good times stayin' up late in Austin
Coast to coast V8 to Chicago
To gettin' up with Johnny Cupcakes in Boston
And smokin' that most great eight in Colorado
Home ain't home no more
I hug the road and kiss the concrete and sometimes I even hear her heartbeat
No matter where we go or where we at
We carry upstate on our back, it's like that
This is how it has to be
A kiss for luck, submerge myself
And in 7 weeks resurface
Even if we don't look back again
Tired boys and wired eyes
Exposing imperfections
To the public eye we're perfect
Even if we don't look back again
This is how it has to be
A kiss for luck, submerge myself
And in 7 weeks resurface
Even if we don't look back again
Tired boys and wired eyes
Exposing imperfections
To the public eye we're perfect
Even if we don't look back again
"So a lot of you don't realize. There's a whole subculture of boys driving around in vans."
Even if we don't look back again
"Looking for your daughters, and your lottery tickets. Love it or leave it. I'm like this"
Even if we don't look back again
"I love my life. Bitches."
Even if we don't look back again
Even if we don't look back again
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We put the "F-U" back in fun
Serve it up with a smile
You ain't heard this type of stuff in a while
I want your ears right now
Ante up, buck stops here
Put your hands up, like you plan to volunteer
Ollie ollie Oxy Free
Fresh outta detox
Can't afford the doctor's fee
So floor it towards the weed spot
A whole city waitin' for me to fall
Because I made a pretty penny outta nothin' at all
It's that "circle, cirle, dot, dot"
Cootie shot shit, you know
Everybody lovin' it, but ain't nobody touchin' it, yeah
Decaydance takin' over this year
I feel like dancin' baby hold my fears (So Sexy)
And it's ok to be a little risky (ooooh, Ah the Good Times)
Forget work it's all play at the end of the day (ooooh, Ah the Good Times)
Just be sure to send the females my way (ooooh, Ah the Good Times)
Oh look at how cute, we made a mess on the dance floor
So let me get a soul clap, that's what we got hands for
[Clapping]
That's exactly what I've been trying to tell you, Pete, look at 'em
I know you seen 'em as soon as we came in,
Pick your jaw up man, it's alright we havin' a good time,
Ha! Stupid...
Mission acccomplished
Operation spike punch successful
Now back to tellin' girls im only nineteen, wowzers!
Bob's parents ain't back for another six hours
So it's just enough time to kill the keg that's in the shower
Curse you aquascum, follow the leader
Made today's big fish outta yesterday's bottom feeders
Until I'm belly up, it's all good times from here on out
From the beginning 'til we clear on out
It's like: this year, my year, you here, who cares?
Focus you candle it, we kill 'em like Crush Management, Please!
I got no time to player hate
I'm the type to crash your party with "Teddy Ruxpin" and a Slayer tape
And it's ok to be a little risky (ooooh, Ah the Good Times)
Forget work it's all play at the end of the day (ooooh, Ah the Good Times)
Just be sure to send the females my way (ooooh, Ah the Good Times)
Oh look at how cute, we made a mess on the dance floor
So let me get a soul clap, that's what we got hands for
[Clapping]
Seriously, for one, if I gave a fuck, my eyes would be locked onto yours,
And not to nothin' that's goin' on behind your back homey,
For two... Oh, I'm sorry, I forgot, what were you sayin' again? Exactly
Ignorance is bliss homey, you my dear make it fact
I'm just curious as to why you take yourself so serious
You missed the joke a year back, man,
The punchline just hit you in the mouth...
And it's ok to be a little risky (ooooh, Ah the Good Times)
Forget work it's all play at the end of the day (ooooh, Ah the Good Times)
Just be sure to send the females my way (ooooh, Ah the Good Times)
And it's ok to be a little risky (ooooh, Ah the Good Times)
Forget work it's all play at the end of the day (ooooh, Ah the Good Times)
Just be sure to send the females my way (ooooh, Ah the Good Times)
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[I think we're ready for eh, the second installment of the Sloppy Love Jingle. Roll it. Action!]
Ok, continued
What's next upon the menu?
Hmm, maybe I should crack a joke
Attack and ask her if she smokes
Cause I can't seem to find my matches
And that could break the ice but
I'm a bad actress with three lighters I acquired the previous night
And there I was do or die
She was approximately five feet away from my frame
So I decided to take a stride, swallow my pride, tellin' her my name like
Hello miss, my name is Travis
Just a ordinary cat, I'm into art and fuzzy rabbits, kinda smart with a big heart, you can have it
See you find that funny
I'd love to buy you a drink but I got bent and spent my money
But would you kindly accept a raincheck
Perhaps some deep chit chat
She didn't think twice, nodded her head and said "I'm with that"
By the way do you have some matches?
She's like, "no, but there's a lighter right in front of you"
And now we both giggling
This girl's so crazy, got my gullet jiggling
Fiddling with my feelings like an out of tune piano
Like I'm on ritalin
The way she's got my undivided attention dismissin' any thoughts of lettin' this one get away
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This is not novelty
This is nothing delicate
This is the result of some people's search for something relevant
Stake claim immediately
Cause hot products cool down
At which point will flock the new sounds
Take fame intravenously
But when nature turns to habit
I'll be sure to leave the scene and start stacking it
This is nothing fraudulent
This is that sure shot itchy finger lingering behind your target audience
You got em all convinced
But we ain't buying it buddy
Demand for lies is high
And you're supplying it
Truth is brutal and consumes you if you let it
Type that in your little away message and set it
[Chorus:]
Keep singing songs for me
That I can write in my sleep like I'm counting sheep
Keep singing songs for me
Man you warning me what you ought to be
Keep singing songs for me
Just following the leader with your blah blah blah
Keep singing songs for me
That I can write in my sleep like I'm counting sheep
And this is not a fashion statement
It's elegant intuition
Far beyond your bed wetter kindergarten compositions
This is a part of me
How can you sleep at night
When what you don't bite you write half-heartedly
Go join the army
And be the best you can be
Give new meaning to blowing up overseas
Please
We kick them doors down when nobody would let us in
And give you that proverbial taste of your own medicine
We took your formula and relabeled it
And sat patiently and giggled it when you drank it
It's new poison street cred when just about the same reflesh
Pop bottles and dropped names
And you'll dismiss it cause it isn't what you're used to
But who the fuck died and made you king koopa
[Chorus]
Wow congratulations on your new purchase
I heard you bought a crib on biters block downtown plagiarism's paradise
You're not a movement
You're purely amusement
The poster boy for Xerox and the role model for parasites
You serve no purpose
You're purely decorative
And bore use to death with your auditory sedatives
Oh they don't see
No, we don't sleep
And hog tie your runaway bride with cold feet
We built this city on lock and load logic
And burned it down the same night
So go ahead and put your tears on ice baby
I think we got a winner
And kiss your crucifix your boy's a certified sinner
[Chorus]
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And so it goes.
We mouth your words when your tongues are too paralyzed.
We finish up the peanut butter jelly you get on your ?Router? but never eat.
We still pee in bottles
We play at your graduation parties
We have fallen comrades, we just rebuild the team.
Our friends are rich and we love it.
Cause it makes us look wealthy too.
Shit, I still got a sidekick 1 with a crack in the fucking screen man.
We were your favorite "I'm the first person to know about these guys" Band.
We dance to Use me by Bill Winters in a drunken stupor
untill ma gets ready to tell us to go the fuck home and kick us out.
We make mistakes
We love we hate
Were not angry anymore though
Still miss you
still love you
Like a slug hates salt
and we're still your heroes
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(Did you hear about Travis?)
(No, What?)
(I heard he’s been hooking up with a teacher!)
(NICE!)
And I can hear ‘em talking in the hallways
I’m always late for lunch,
Learning dirty little lessons from you
Now my name is on the lips of every cheerleader in my school
Now I’m a legend in the locker room (Legendary Baby!)
(Ah) I was just a snotty nosed degenerate
With hit pass perfection
Dodgin’ teachers down to give my late ass detention
Hardly a heartthrob but I made due
Using those same “circle yes or no”
Notes I used in grade school
Folded love letters with a tab that read “pull here”
Writin’ back and forth in notebooks for a full year
I used to daydream about Ms. Magnus
The type of fantasies you feel guilty for having
But who hasn’t?
The only difference beside the age
Was the fact I acted on it
And who wouldn’t?
A schoolboy crush met mature woman lust
And they hit it off so well
And I could tell the day she asked me
To stay after class that it was all bad
But I just bit my lip and acted all mad
The bell rang, class dismissed
She door shut and her skirt went up (That’s a Fact!)
And I can hear ‘em talking in the hallways (let ‘em keep talking)
I’m always late for lunch,
Learning dirty little lessons from you (so sexy)
Now my name is on the lips of every cheerleader in my school
Now I’m a legend in the locker room (Legendary Baby!)
We gave a brand new meaning
To “after-school special”
The second that our lips touched
She kissed my ribs
And counted each one out loud
I tried my hardest not to giggle
But I couldn’t cuz it tickled so much
She pulled my pants to half-mast
I said “hurry Miss Sin
You gonna make me late for math class”
The way she praised my balls was vicious
Now that’s what I like to call sacrilegious
One time became twenty times
Before we knew it
We stopped caring about where we would do it
From the classroom to the bathroom
And when all the students was gone
We’d even do it in the staff room
From F’s to A’s in less than 3 days
Now the underachiever’s the one with the best grades
Made the third floor shake without breakin’ a sweat
Goddamn it felt good to be the teacher’s pet
And I can hear ‘em talking in the hallways (let ‘em keep talking)
I’m always late for lunch,
Learning dirty little lessons from you (so sexy)
Now my name is on the lips of every cheerleader in my school
Now I’m a legend in the locker room (Legendary Baby!)
(Ah) Goodness gracious, accusations
Started flyin' through the building
Cruel As School Children
This isn’t how it was supposed to be
Reminiscing don’t stand so close to me
And if it’s mostly my fault for letting this shit happen
But I couldn’t resist a little adolescent bragging
I mean, after all I was only 15
And she was showing me things
My virgin eyes had never seen
Never forget the little meeting she called
But when she saw my reaction
It made her appalled
So basically what you’re sayin' is
If I don’t keep tappin’ that ass
Then you ain’t gonna let me pass
Psshh, Some punishment lady
And as I turned towards the door
I looked back
She had her clothes on the floor
Needless to say I passed with flying colors
But my teacher was my best friends mother (damn)
And I can hear ‘em talking in the hallways (let ‘em keep talking)
I’m always late for lunch,
Learning dirty little lessons from you (so sexy)
Now my name is on the lips of every cheerleader in my school
Now I’m a legend in the locker room (Legendary Baby!)
And I can hear ‘em talking in the hallways (let ‘em keep talking)
I’m always late for lunch,
Learning dirty little lessons from you (so sexy)
Now my name is on the lips of every cheerleader in my school
Now I’m a legend in the locker room (Legendary Baby!)
And I can hear ‘em talking in the hallways (let ‘em keep talking)
I’m always late for lunch,
Learning dirty little lessons from you (so sexy)
Now my name is on the lips of every cheerleader in my school
Now I’m a legend in the locker room (Legendary Baby!)
Ahhh!
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(verse 1)
I wish I could unzip my skin and take it off
just to take a walk but I can’t do it
I don’t think I’ll make it on my own (on my own)
as when I take out my pen
and I wage it all, turn the page and fall
it just comes natural
im gonna make it on my own (on my own)
(chorus)
I just need time to walk it off
but I can’t do it
I’ll write it on my own time
hey look I made it on my own (on my own)
I know she thinks that I don’t try
but I realize that I can do better
write, write on (4x)
makin’ a mess as I progress
no time to cry about it, do better
write, write on (2x)
(verse 2)
I wrote the greatest lines at the strangest times
now its payin’ off, but I still feel lost
cuz I can’t do it
I don’t think I’ll make it on my own (on my own)
so in between now it pacifies
I change my name to free, but she feels safe to me
so I’m livin’ dangerously
I’m gonna make it on my own (on my own)
(chorus)
I just need time to walk it off
but I can’t do it
I’ll write it on my own time
hey look I made it on my own (on my own)
I know she thinks...
But I realize that I can do better
write, write on (4x)
makin’ a mess as I progress
no time to cry about it, do better
write, write on (4x)
(outtro)
write on, write it on your own time (write, write on)
write on, write it on your own time (write, write on)...
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(feat. Patrick Stump of Fall Out Boy)
Ba ba da da
Ba ba da da
Ba ba da da
Ba ba da da
Ba ba da da
Take a look at my girlfriend
She's the only one I got (ba ba da da)
Not much of a girlfriend
I never seem to get a lot (ba ba da da, ba ba da da)
It's been some time since we last spoke
This is gonna sound like a bad joke
But momma I fell in love again
It's safe to say I have a new girlfriend
And I know it sounds so old
But cupid got me in a chokehold
And I'm afraid I might give in
Towels on the mat my white flag is wavin'
I mean she even cooks me pancakes
And Alka Seltzer when my tummy aches
If that ain't love then I don't know what love is
We even got a secret handshake
And she loves the music that my band makes
I know I'm young but if I had to choose her or the sun
I'd be one nocturnal son of a gun
(ba ba da da, ba ba da da)
Take a look at my girlfriend
She's the only one I got (ba ba da da)
Not much of a girlfriend
I never seem to get a lot (ba ba da da, ba ba da da)
Take a look at my girlfriend
She's the only one I got (ba ba da da)
Not much of a girlfriend
I never seem to get a lot (ba ba da da, ba ba da da)
It's been awhile since we talked last and I'm tryin' hard not to talk fast
But dad I'm finally thinkin' I may have found the one
Type of girl that will make you way proud of your son
And I know you heard the last song about the girls that didn't last long
But I promise this is on a whole new plane
I can tell by the way she says my name (ba ba da da)
I love the way she calls my phone
She even got her very own ringtone
If that ain't love then I don't know what love is (ba ba da da)
It's gonna be a long drive home but I know as soon as I arrive home
And I open the door take off my coat and throw my bag on the floor
She'll be back into my arms once more for sure
Take a look at my girlfriend
She's the only one I got (ba ba da da)
Not much of a girlfriend
I never seem to get a lot (ba ba da da, ba ba da da)
She's got a smile that would make the most senile
Annoying old man bite his tongue
I'm not done
She's got eyes comparable to sunrise
And it doesn't stop there
Man I swear
She's got porcelain skin of course she's a ten
And now she's even got her own song
But movin' on
She's got the cutest laugh I ever heard
And we can be on the phone for three hours
Not sayin' one word
And I would still cherish every moment
And when I start to build my future she's the main component
Call it dumb call it luck call it love or whatever you call it but
Everywhere I go I keep her picture in my wallet like here
Take a look at my girlfriend
She's the only one I got (ba ba da da)
Not much of a girlfriend
I never seem to get a lot (ba ba da da, ba ba da da)
Take a look at my girlfriend
She's the only one I got (ba ba da da)
Not much of a girlfriend
I never seem to get a lot (ba ba da da, ba ba da da)
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The bombs been detonated
I'm just waitin' for an explosion, I was just waitin' on 2nd and it was time for me to close in on 3rd
With blurred vision and in, precisely placed slurred words we started kissin'
Man listen, it was like a scene from a very bad B movie with a very low budget
But fuck it, I was drunk and I admit I loved it
Every last second, I couldn't kill that thought of us butt ass naked
Tele' surfin' with the fan on, chattin' about the session and, slowly gettin' into some closet skeleton confessions
That's when, she made a offer that I couldn't refuse
And chills went up and down my legs like Samoan tattoos
She said she had a pad that wasn't too far away, and said she'd love if I stayed til the following day
So it was time to exit stage left, I made my rounds, gave my pounds and hugs, gathered my thoughts and took a deep breath
And now we're walkin' to the door but, right before we stepped outside she bought me one more
And now I'm feelin' it, I had my had down my pocket but she's stealing it,
with our fingers in a locket and as we're walkin' down Exchange Street, with
our hearts pitter pattering to the same beat
And then she popped the question like "Jack, you evah been in love?" I'm like "pshhh not that I recall"
Well there was one situation, but I didn't have the patience, or the balls to say it and everytime I tried I just digitally delayed it
And it sounded like something blah blah blah blah, man my speach impetement left my heart vacant without a single resident
The first tenant got evicted the second she settled in, I seen her the other day riding my bike and kept peddlin'
If it wasn't for meddlin' kids would love even exist nope, if it wasn't for alcohal would I even be saying this nope
She probably took offence, I probably started gettin' sober 'cause she started gettin' ugly and I think probably told her
Then my feet got heavy, I started drippin' sweat, knew I was gettin' into something I'd probably regret
Right when I lit the cigerrette I caught a case of the spins, and started wishin' I was still at the bar with my friends
And then it happened, I fell flat on my face
When I awoke I found I was in a very strange place
I must've got my wish granted 'cause I was butt ass naked, but the only downside was that the room was very vacant
Except next to the bed there was this note on the dresser, while I'm tryin' to deal with this hangover head pressure
With a smile I grabbed the note, lit a smoke and sat back, "Dear whoever, lose my number P.S. the sex was wack"
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