Sum 41What Were All About — текст песни (Various Artists)

Never the less am I dressed for the occasion, its number 32 now heres the situation.

If the beat moves your feet then dont change the station.

Pack you bags cuz were leavin on a permanent vacation.

Well, Im a disaster, a micro phone master.

Put on the tape and rock the ghetto blaster.

Its not about spendin money at hotels and resorts

Its about sweatin on the bitches in the biker shorts.

Im hot choclate and you see me runnin late

Cuz Im always makin time to make your girly feel great.

And Im bizzy d from way down town

I know how to rock a mic like the king and his crown.

When Im on top Im gonna ball back booty hustlin deals like mickey moncotie.

When I wake up I like a pound of beacon, start off the day with my arteries shakin.

Rock, its what were all about, its what we live for come on shout it out(x4)

See me in 3d Im comin line-in direct with a dialect most men in science cant disect.

Thoughts interwoven and letters interlocked

Sellout fiend to blow off steam and get my cream.

Sum 41 gettin wild, I get frantic.

Every time we spin it the world panics.

I may have lost my mind but I aint flew the coop

Sum 41 just aint about a loop.

Ring aling ding dong tick tock shit, its all about that, and maybe all about rock.