Lyrics:
Well if you can't take a joke
Then there ain't no point in living
Sunday morning I woke up laughin'
[Chorus]
What d' you say
Tora, Tora, Tora,
exotic and exotic what I smoke
I know you got the plots of a savage
And you ain't need no nigga to get where you tryna go (whoa, whoa)
You chosen, stay
the weekend is near
youre planning what to do
the parents are out
theres a party at stews
your discussing at lunch
talking to your friend
telling him
you
They'll just be nothing for me
If you don't leave me now
What good is dreamin'
If I must dream all alone by myself
Without you darling
My
to keep you
From doing what you're supposed to.
Waking up too early
Maybe we can sleep in
Make you banana pancakes
Pretend like it's the weekend now
Michelle, ma belle
Sont les mots qui vont tres bien ensemble
Tres bien ensemble
I need to, I need to, I need to
I need to make you see
Oh, what you mean
you what a mother I can be
Remember Tuesday night when you're out bowling
You better have your butt back home by 9
Otherwise you're grounded for
you
They'll just be nothing for me
If you don't leave me now
What good is dreamin'
If I must dream all alone by myself
Without you darling
My
you
They'll just be nothing for me
If you don't leave me now
What good is dreamin'
If I must dream all alone by myself
Without you darling
My
brothers in arms
Play this song when you need it, let it ring like an alarm
What's up?
What's up? What's up? What's up? What's up? What's up?
What's
you're celebratin'
Your anniversary
Or your birthday
Here by yourself?
Then get up and find some one
Because
We don't need no reason to celebrate
til I get you nicely
I'm puttin' out the blunt cause I see
I see that I need you more in my life
Than I need a bag of weed.
Now I compare you
In my loneliness
When you're gone and I'm all by myself
And I need your caress
I just think of you
And the thought of you holding me near
It's what I need
And own the things you do
It's what I need
It's what I need
Question what they sell you
All the lies that they are teaching
I wanna be drunk when I wake up
On the right side of the wrong bed
And never an excuse I made up
Tell you the truth I hate
What didn't kill me
to wait
Conversate, sex on the first date, I state
You know what you do to me
She starts off, "well I don't usually"
Then I, whipped it out, rubber no
to regret something you haven't done.
And by the way, if you see your mom this weekend be sure to tell her... SATAN
out this club
And we don't need to use our words
Wanna see what's underneath that T-shirt
Shivers and cold champagne
I get the shivers every time
Weekend wreckers take the streets
With abandon in their eyes
But in our bedroom we're bloodshot and beat
And never so alive
And I know what's
Broke my heart
On the road
Spent the weekend
Sewing the pieces back on
Friends and thoughts pass me by
Walking gets too boring
When you learn
what I'm sayin'? No doubt
So what's it gon' be? Women, whiskey, weed
Dope, coke or all the guns you need, nigga
You could get them thangs for a lesser
to regret something you haven't done.
And by the way, if you see your mom this weekend be sure to tell her... SATAN
Ah, wow, man, that's it
Wait a second, man
What do you think the teacher's gonna look like this year?
My butt, man
Oh (ooh)
Oh, yeah
arms
And I need you
Oh, who do you think you are?
Trying to tell me we can still be friends
Hanging on the weekend
You're gonna be okay if I start
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