Vista previa
Ever get the feeling no one´s got your back
Caught up in themselves livin´ lies besides the fact
Somehow you´re going on an opposite track
As we recover from another social heart attack
You think you see between the lines
But you can´t see through dollar signs
So sick and tasteless now
Immature and faceless how
Can I even sleep at night you ask
You say you´re a pacifist
Instead you wave your fist
And all the while it becomes the end again
Make up your mind cause I can´t decide
You think uniqueulism makes you dignified
You can´t see with half opened eyes
You think you´re standing up instead you´re falling far behind
What I do is what I choose which makes it my decision
If your life was a book your story would be fiction
Nevertheless 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 your bags cause we´re leaving on a permanent vacation
Well, I´m a disaster
A microphone master
Put on the tape, I´ll rock your ghetto blaster
It´s not about the money, cars, hotels, or resorts
About sweating all the bitches in the biker shorts
I´m Hot Chocolate and you´ll see me running late
Cause I´m always making time to make your girlie feel great
And I´m Bizzy D from way down town
I´m known to rock a mic like a king with a crown
When I´m on top I´m gonna borrow that bootie
Hustling deals like Micky Macoote
When I wake up I like a pound of bacon
Start off the day with my arteries shaking
ROCK!
It´s what were all about it´s what we live for
C´mon and shout it out [x4]
You see me in 3D, I´m comin´ live and direct
With a dialect most men in science can´t disect
Thoughts interwoven, and let us interlock
So now it´s my thing to blow off steam and get my cream
Sum 41 get wild, I get frantic
And every time we spit it the world panicks
I maybe lost my mind well I ain´t through the coop
But Sum 41 just ain´t about a loop
Ring a ling a ling ding dong tick tock, shit, it´s all about rap
And maybe all about rock!