Talk about things that nobody cares
Wearing out things that nobody wears
You're calling my name but I gotta make clear
I can't tell you, baby, where I'll be in a year
Some sweat hog mama with a face like a gent
Said my get up and go must a got up and went
Well, I got good news, she's a real good liar
Backstage boogie set your pants on fire
I pulled into town in a police car
Your daddy said I took it just a little too far
You're telling me things but your girlfriend lied
You can't catch me 'cause the rabbit gone died, I guess it did
Standing in the bunch just a shakin your ass.
I take you back stage and you drink from my glass.
I talk about something you can sure understand,
Cuz a month on the road and I bin eatin from your hand.
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