Talkshow Boy - Never Let The Bad Team Tell You What Yr Living For! lyrics
[Talkshow Boy - Never Let The Bad Team Tell You What Yr Living For! lyrics]
I'm gonna make it with the girl of my dreams
M-my body is a bean bag busting at the seams
Ca-case in point, etcetera dash
Never let ellipses ampersand hash, go!
Go, go, go, go
Go, go, go, go
Go, go, go, go
Go, go, go, go
I don't wanna be the one who
Never wanna chuck it at ya
Always on the megaphone to
Holler to the kittykatcher
Take you to the top of the sycamore slip
Where the haters and the imitators
Never want to venture
Where the beat goes on like a bigger
Better drum
Going bounce, bounce, bounce
Cali-rockin' to the radio
The summer, super shakey
And the sick guitar shred
With the metal metamorphosis
And maximum dread
Che-check your head, is your head unscrewed?
Is it tighter than vagina
With the maximum rude?
Is the rapper done dinner with
The ragga jay flow?
And the maximum saxophone rock and roll
It's the bourgeois taste
It's the peter pan syndrome!
Twenty-seven years in a public prison!
Cap a taste-test to the lick a little spoon
With the radio rhythm in the public room!
Dog, get up, get up dog, down, dog, down!
God dammit! When the demon
Never make round frown!
Calm down
Get widdit! Get down to the dance floor!
Never let the bad team tell
You what you're living for!
I'm gonna make it with the girl of my dreams
M-my body is a bean bag busting at the seams
Ca-case in point, etcetera dash
Never let ellipses ampersand hash, go!
How about a cinema that shows another vision
Anna?
How about a club where the tunes
Are flower fatter than a
Fat-assed mama eating lots of bowls of pasta
Anna?
How about a magazine a making mean money
Anna?
I can make a cinema and I can make money
Riddem!
I can make a club where the drinks
Have lots of honey in 'em!
I can make a dub where the
Business is bottom and the
Bad boy flavour and the fun is
At the top of adam!
Don't you avoid what you gotta destroy!
A diddy, B, yo! C, Joel! Casa-dinnin'
Don't destroy when you've gotta evolve!
Ah, yo! A T-K shake!
Next weekend, I'm gonna make a memory
I'm gonna git down with the
Girl of my dreams
If the music doesn't matter
Then you gotta make more
And you never let the bad team
Tell you what you're living for!
M-my body is a bean bag busting at the seams
Ca-case in point, etcetera dash
Never let ellipses ampersand hash, go!
Go, go, go, go
Go, go, go, go
Go, go, go, go
Go, go, go, go
I don't wanna be the one who
Never wanna chuck it at ya
Always on the megaphone to
Holler to the kittykatcher
Take you to the top of the sycamore slip
Where the haters and the imitators
Never want to venture
Where the beat goes on like a bigger
Better drum
Going bounce, bounce, bounce
Cali-rockin' to the radio
The summer, super shakey
And the sick guitar shred
With the metal metamorphosis
And maximum dread
Che-check your head, is your head unscrewed?
Is it tighter than vagina
With the maximum rude?
Is the rapper done dinner with
The ragga jay flow?
And the maximum saxophone rock and roll
It's the bourgeois taste
It's the peter pan syndrome!
Twenty-seven years in a public prison!
Cap a taste-test to the lick a little spoon
With the radio rhythm in the public room!
Dog, get up, get up dog, down, dog, down!
God dammit! When the demon
Never make round frown!
Calm down
Get widdit! Get down to the dance floor!
Never let the bad team tell
You what you're living for!
I'm gonna make it with the girl of my dreams
M-my body is a bean bag busting at the seams
Ca-case in point, etcetera dash
Never let ellipses ampersand hash, go!
How about a cinema that shows another vision
Anna?
How about a club where the tunes
Are flower fatter than a
Fat-assed mama eating lots of bowls of pasta
Anna?
How about a magazine a making mean money
Anna?
I can make a cinema and I can make money
Riddem!
I can make a club where the drinks
Have lots of honey in 'em!
I can make a dub where the
Business is bottom and the
Bad boy flavour and the fun is
At the top of adam!
Don't you avoid what you gotta destroy!
A diddy, B, yo! C, Joel! Casa-dinnin'
Don't destroy when you've gotta evolve!
Ah, yo! A T-K shake!
Next weekend, I'm gonna make a memory
I'm gonna git down with the
Girl of my dreams
If the music doesn't matter
Then you gotta make more
And you never let the bad team
Tell you what you're living for!