| 作词 : FOREMAN, SEAN/MOTTE, NATHANIEL | |
| When I come up in the club, | |
| I''m talking mad *****t, | |
| Come up in the club I''m ''bout to get my ass kicked, | |
| ''Cause I''m sippin'' on some Gin, | |
| Sip, Sippin'' on some Jack, | |
| Slip 60 in her panties with my number on the back | |
| ''Cause the proof is in the Kodak, | |
| The throw-backs in a dark and vacant corner, | |
| You were freezing, I was warmer, | |
| And the roof is gone, when we know that, | |
| And baby chases like she don''t know what she''s seeing, | |
| I was steady, you were fleeting | |
| Punk *****, | |
| ''Cause I''ve seen it before, | |
| And I don''t care anymore, | |
| And I just want you to know, | |
| And I just want you to know | |
| that we datin'' mad models and poppin'' mad bottles tonight, | |
| Punk ***** | |
| Whoa whoa oh, | |
| We datin'' mad models and poppin'' mad bottles tonight | |
| Uh, yeah, sounds good, | |
| Throw me up in the headphones; sounds good | |
| I''m actin'' mad dumb, | |
| Ladies lookin'' at me tell ''em, come and get some, | |
| ''Cause I''m sippin'' on some Jack, | |
| Sip, Sippin'' on some Gin, | |
| Tip, tippin'' all these strippers like I know them as my friends | |
| And the roof is gone, we know that, | |
| Write it down, | |
| Scratch the nice, | |
| ''Cause I just can''t keep coming back | |
| Yeah, | |
| Yeah | |
| You put my picture in a box, | |
| It was the one inside your locket, | |
| What happened to the keys | |
| that used to jingle in your pocket, | |
| Your fingers say to come, | |
| But your eyes say I should stop it, | |
| If I regret all I''ve done, | |
| I would be trapped inside that locket, | |
| You put my picture in a box(''cause I''ve seen it before), | |
| that used to jingle in your pocket (and I don''t care anymore), | |
| But your eyes say I should stop it (and I just want you to know), | |
| I would be trapped inside that locket (that we datin'' mad models and poppin'' mad bottles tonight) |
| zuo ci : FOREMAN, SEAN MOTTE, NATHANIEL | |
| When I come up in the club, | |
| I'' m talking mad t, | |
| Come up in the club I'' m '' bout to get my ass kicked, | |
| '' Cause I'' m sippin'' on some Gin, | |
| Sip, Sippin'' on some Jack, | |
| Slip 60 in her panties with my number on the back | |
| '' Cause the proof is in the Kodak, | |
| The throwbacks in a dark and vacant corner, | |
| You were freezing, I was warmer, | |
| And the roof is gone, when we know that, | |
| And baby chases like she don'' t know what she'' s seeing, | |
| I was steady, you were fleeting | |
| Punk , | |
| '' Cause I'' ve seen it before, | |
| And I don'' t care anymore, | |
| And I just want you to know, | |
| And I just want you to know | |
| that we datin'' mad models and poppin'' mad bottles tonight, | |
| Punk | |
| Whoa whoa oh, | |
| We datin'' mad models and poppin'' mad bottles tonight | |
| Uh, yeah, sounds good, | |
| Throw me up in the headphones sounds good | |
| I'' m actin'' mad dumb, | |
| Ladies lookin'' at me tell '' em, come and get some, | |
| '' Cause I'' m sippin'' on some Jack, | |
| Sip, Sippin'' on some Gin, | |
| Tip, tippin'' all these strippers like I know them as my friends | |
| And the roof is gone, we know that, | |
| Write it down, | |
| Scratch the nice, | |
| '' Cause I just can'' t keep coming back | |
| Yeah, | |
| Yeah | |
| You put my picture in a box, | |
| It was the one inside your locket, | |
| What happened to the keys | |
| that used to jingle in your pocket, | |
| Your fingers say to come, | |
| But your eyes say I should stop it, | |
| If I regret all I'' ve done, | |
| I would be trapped inside that locket, | |
| You put my picture in a box'' cause I'' ve seen it before, | |
| that used to jingle in your pocket and I don'' t care anymore, | |
| But your eyes say I should stop it and I just want you to know, | |
| I would be trapped inside that locket that we datin'' mad models and poppin'' mad bottles tonight |
| zuò cí : FOREMAN, SEAN MOTTE, NATHANIEL | |
| When I come up in the club, | |
| I'' m talking mad t, | |
| Come up in the club I'' m '' bout to get my ass kicked, | |
| '' Cause I'' m sippin'' on some Gin, | |
| Sip, Sippin'' on some Jack, | |
| Slip 60 in her panties with my number on the back | |
| '' Cause the proof is in the Kodak, | |
| The throwbacks in a dark and vacant corner, | |
| You were freezing, I was warmer, | |
| And the roof is gone, when we know that, | |
| And baby chases like she don'' t know what she'' s seeing, | |
| I was steady, you were fleeting | |
| Punk , | |
| '' Cause I'' ve seen it before, | |
| And I don'' t care anymore, | |
| And I just want you to know, | |
| And I just want you to know | |
| that we datin'' mad models and poppin'' mad bottles tonight, | |
| Punk | |
| Whoa whoa oh, | |
| We datin'' mad models and poppin'' mad bottles tonight | |
| Uh, yeah, sounds good, | |
| Throw me up in the headphones sounds good | |
| I'' m actin'' mad dumb, | |
| Ladies lookin'' at me tell '' em, come and get some, | |
| '' Cause I'' m sippin'' on some Jack, | |
| Sip, Sippin'' on some Gin, | |
| Tip, tippin'' all these strippers like I know them as my friends | |
| And the roof is gone, we know that, | |
| Write it down, | |
| Scratch the nice, | |
| '' Cause I just can'' t keep coming back | |
| Yeah, | |
| Yeah | |
| You put my picture in a box, | |
| It was the one inside your locket, | |
| What happened to the keys | |
| that used to jingle in your pocket, | |
| Your fingers say to come, | |
| But your eyes say I should stop it, | |
| If I regret all I'' ve done, | |
| I would be trapped inside that locket, | |
| You put my picture in a box'' cause I'' ve seen it before, | |
| that used to jingle in your pocket and I don'' t care anymore, | |
| But your eyes say I should stop it and I just want you to know, | |
| I would be trapped inside that locket that we datin'' mad models and poppin'' mad bottles tonight |
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