SUM 41
WHAT WE'RE ALL ABOUT
Never the less am I dressed for the occasion,
it s number 32 now here s the situation.
If the beat moves your feet then don t change the station.
Pack you bags cuz we re leavin on a permanent vacation.
Well, I m a disaster, a micro phone master.
Put on the tape and rock the ghetto blaster.
It s not about spendin money at hotels and resorts,
it s about sweatin on the bitches in the biker shorts.
I m Hot Choclate and you see me runnin late
cuz I m always makin time to make your girly feel great.
And I m Bizzy D from way down town I know how to rock a mic
like the king and his crown.
When I m on top I m gonna ball back booty hustlin deals like Mickey Moncotie.
When I wake up I like a pound of beacon,
start off the day with my arteries shakin.
Rock, it s what we re all about,
it s what we live for come on shout it out [x4]
See me in 3d I m comin line in direct with a dialect most men in science can t disect.
Thoughts interwoven and letters interlocked sellout fiend to blow off steam
and get my cream.
SUM 41 gettin wild, I get frantic.
Every time we spin it the world panics.
I may have lost my mind but I ain t flew the coop,
SUM 41 just ain t about a loop.
Ring aling ding dong tick tock shit,
it s all about that, and maybe all about rock |