Lyrics:
a boy band
You two have got the fucking look
You’ve got the look you’ve got the look
Oh look out now, look out now
This is the last passion of
The Christ
the wagons
And you hide behind the trees,
And you try to find some courage on your knees.
When you heard the sound of taps played
By the one man band,
You knew
you at all
It's nothing, took some loses but I know I never fall
Drippin yeah ya boy just got the sauce
Hit the city with me, yeah you know I'm tryna
to the front
Get ya brain and eardrums out the doldrums
Black Drop beats and rhymes nah homie don't run
Heard you was talkin' smack heard you was talkin' that
Oh man, you were awesome tonight
Thanks dude, thanks a lot
Yeah, you should come check
Out my band sometime yeah, I'll uh do that
Here
Oh, flyer for
Pull up, look like Floyd
Oh my gosh, it's them boys
Make a merry land cuz I'm married to the bands
I ain't shakin' on no hands if it ain't comin'
We gone pull up and snatch a nigga
Out his sleep
Then we gone pull up to the party only two deep
Niggas know we get it popping boy have a Seat
My
he gotta lay down
While your bitch outta town
Smoking dope by the pound
Its Trouble Life bitch
And you I'm a clown
Nigga run up, he out of bounds
I'm
Luigi
Seein' you sobbin'
You know, you know
Die by the sword, Star Wars
Walked out the store clean like a car wash
Die by the sword, Star Wars
Walked
at a different degree
Tell the team just to fall in line
I poured em our they can get in with me
The club ain't lit then I'm getting the geek
Go give it out girl
you work out, gotta get it right back
I trap by day boy, rap by night,
C-Bone in this Bitch College Park trump tight
[Hook]
[T-Mo Goodie]
I'm pimp
don’t wanna
The band’s more than alright
And the groove is tight, so
I will take her hand, pull her in
Make her smile, make her spin as you sit idly by
are you into it
Boy are you into this
Boy am I really the one
Have we ended or just begun
Lemme take a step back
Do I need to fall back
Lemme take
I'm not a saint no
(Not a saint no)
Times have changed whoa
(Whoa)
Cuz' these women are just not the same no
Chasing them bands till' I fall down, chop
fall off
Sittin still wit a sawed-off ready to blow a arm off
Oh, Lord! You don't want no problems wit dude
I'm out that Band, so you now the boy-band
Fly-By-The-Seat-Of-His-Pants parasail
Fall, hit the trampoline, bounce and grab a pair of stilts
And I ain't wearin' zilch, zip, zero, nothing, no, nada
Like your father
Better hide your wallet when I fall in the mix
Can't deny I'm a star, you can tell by my walk
I ain't even gotta fuck him, he just love how I talk
I'm
own cash
Gotta get up out of the city, all that I need is
A hundred bands
I'm a real down broke n***a, need a Garda to come fill up my hammer pants
I've
going underground (going underground)
Well, if the brass bands play and feet start to pound
Going underground (going underground)
Well, let the boys
wavy out
Lend a hand, you're a savior
Same day you're the one need saving now
When I was young, had to overcome the doldrums caused by hanging doubts
enough you stay ready
You got the Nike shocks got a dog out to watch
You try so hard you're so involved fire raise
You give love to those unsaved
You been
at all it's nothing
Took some loses but I know I never fall
Drippin yeah ya boy just got the sauce
Hit the city with me
Yeah you know I’m tryna ball
You
going underground (going underground)
Well, if the brass bands play and feet start to pound
Going underground (going underground)
Well, let the boys
Up in the morning
I gotta flex
Know that I gotta make bands today
Ice on my wrist while I'm bussin the tech
He gotta cancel his plans today
Living my
Discuss these band the doldrums by fall out boy Lyrics with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In