Little Brother, Darien Brockington - Two Step Blues lyrics
[Little Brother, Darien Brockington - Two Step Blues lyrics]
Uh, uh, uh, let's ride
Gonna have a party
To release this thing that's on my mind
Hit the dance floor, two step my blues away
Uh, I'm gettin tired of the drama
Boss man said he would fire me
I told him I would gladly do the honors
So I just quit
Cause this work shit got my dreams
On pause like a comma
But, I'm still six-figure fiendin
Bull city leanin and California dreamin
Like The Papas and The Mamas
The stress is toxic
But thank God a nigga got direct deposit so
I'ma take this check and pay my rent up
Cause this weekend
I'm goin' out like a soldier
Put a little somethin' down on the light bill
Let the cable and the phone bill roll over
As for the rest of my hard earned funds
I take a hundred dollars, put it all in ones
And take it to the Shake Club
Or hit the Elk's Lodge
With the old folk, let 'em see how it's done
Let's go!
Gonna have a party
To release this thing that's on my mind
Hit the dance floor, two step my blues away
I've been working hard all day
Just left my 9-to-5 gotta make the money
The money can't buy you no peace of mind
Around 10 I had to get myself together
I'm doin' nuttin
Let me go do somethin' better
Gettin tired of layin around
Takin shots of the Crown
That's how life gets you down if you let her
Throw on some Stacy Adams and a sweater
Pull out the new coat with the leather
I'm headed straight to the Lodge
Old school is in charge
Get your derby's out with the feather
Somebody's uncle is the bar now they clever
Cause he drinkin all the drinks that
He should be givin out
Somebody momma up in here
She tryin to turn it out
When I want to party
This is what I'm talkin 'bout
Yeah, you got grown folk dancin
Maurice White singin, everybody drankin
The little cup of that oil
Ain't ever hurt nobody
Fo' cups later, life of the party
Gonna have a party
To release this thing that's on my mind
Hit the dance floor, two step my blues away
I've been working hard all day
Just left my 9-to-5 gotta make the money
The money can't buy you no peace of mind
Stan, play your horn baby
Gonna have a party
To release this thing that's on my mind
Hit the dance floor, two step my blues away
I've been working hard all day
Just left my 9-to-5 gotta make the money
The money can't buy you no peace of mind
Uh, for all my steppers
For all my two steppers
E'rybody at the supper club
E'rybody at the VFW
E'rybody at the Elk's Lodge
All the old folk at the lamppole
Keep steppin' out, keep steppin' out