3, 2, 1. What what what, man turn that down.... Gimme five more minutes. Five more minutes.... . What times is it? I'm tired man. 11:59 already. . Wake up in the morning one thing on my mind.
The scratching of paper and pen reminds me. Of a song I wrote two years back. I remember each and every line like a photo. Glued to the lids of my eyes.
I must take a trip to California. Is that right beezy?. And. . Get naked you beezy. Get naked you beezy. Get naked you beezy. Tell em li'l' homi. . Get naked you beezy.
Yeah, I just wanna thank you for. All the knowledge you've given me. And all that brain you gave me. In between your Math and English class, I love you.
When the week is done, and the evening sun is sinking back into the hills,. Well the neon lights start flickerin' on and the roadhouse starts to fill..
Yeah. (Oh yeah yeah). Yeah. (Come oh, woo, come on, uh). If I can go, with you hey. (Uh yo, yo, uh). . If I can choose a place to go it gotta be far away.