You ready?

Alright, hit it back.

I know you're never gonna call back, baby.

It ain't all bad when you're busy.

We take our chances on the weekends Is this a feeling that we'll miss?

But here comes, here comes the week, the week I try to adjust to me.

It tends to backfire, you see.

Give you a dance or fix you a drink before it reaches your hands.

It's down the kitchen sink.

Yeah But hey, I learned two people never feel the same way

Yeah, somewhere on the line I noticed your eyes were ablaze And ever since I've been a fool to pretend you're okay

Yeah.

We too inebriated to keep on bowling, so let's head back into town.

Woo!

You shuffle over to me, I can tell something's on your mind Last time we talked was when no one was left for you to confide in

And then you look at me and say,

Well, it's a good question.

Bring it right back, chillin' back at the house Yeah, you told him his story, he told you what he's about Said you wanna go up to my room, can you play me a tune?

He got another thing comin' to that motherfuckin' room So you know, once I cried him a river in your bottle

Drink a little bit, now you're going for water.

Talk to me nice.

I like it when you leave with a gun.

Shabba-dubba-dubba-dubba-dubba.

Shabba-dubba-dubba-dubba.

Baa, baa, baa, baa.