ok,so next song.
In case anybody didnt get the topic and name of this song...it's Not about downing booze.
Beat just dance,Lady Gaga (yes,pop beat.not pop song.)
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Word-bottles up
http://www.zshare.net/audio/59865908f5287272/
Lyric
damn my girls getting ga ga's;
damn my girls getting ga ga's;does anybody forecast broken glass?
where are my keys,i lost my phone...the only dude on the floor not packing peptones.
listen...i know im not tyson
even if i did fist fight some bison
he could probably just beat my ass in
yeah im cool,thats the shit i live for
but i can't imagine you runnin to a car
would they,cop on you,when im on the floor
nothin i can do,well the next lines therefore
six feet six is the max with my fists
any bigger dude gets a bottle on lips
think thats rude well im confused too
what do i do when the next guy bumps you?
take his booze an drink it as an excuse
i try to fake it,but i kinda hate it
feels like im gettin my space invaded
and my click just isnt big enough
to take on some politician thug
shake a shot spoil the rug
shrug a match and get a firplug
black eyes are so out of style
the next fly guy can smoke awhile
massive dudes lookin at your waist
half a mind to rip half his face
i feel outclasses gimmie some teargas
jeyklle or hyde in a jason mask
botles up ,bottles up
bottles up,ive had too much
oh,peptones=protein drug compound