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e-dubble - bbq 2009 lyrics

[intro]

irishtoothache studios huh?

[chorus]

go!
when a hot summer, no songs get gone
hear now baby, no words no prom
throw a hand up high put a drink in the sky
it’s back y’all barbecue 2009

[1st verse]

2008 popped off looking so fresh
but we lost our jobs, no money no s-x
no problem – they call me the solver
and i’ll k!ll that sh-t like a d-mn impala
eat that mr. alan greenspan
when he was the man, he was the he-man
no he is in the no-mans land like the rest of us
guess the american dream got the best of us

but f-ck that – that sh-t has got me real motivated
the music i’ve been making the sh-t that will keep us [saded?]
push away from the table i’ll pull you back to the table
forcefeed you more sh-t till you realize this ain’t fable
this is non-fiction, and i’m not christian
so i say t-ttyf-cking christ with conviction
then you looked shocked when i see your reaction
but it feels nice not be redacted
put the nail in the coffin when the hammer in my mouth
no radio play for e-scr-pper i’m out
any independants looking for a dirty mc
with a couple law issues just holler at me
no contract needed when i drop my cd
just leave me a bookcase full of figurines and i’m good
i can pretend to be hood
but i’ll need some new hats and a hammer for looks
no sharpies in here like the elite stopped working
only time i meant it in my words was in person
i don’t wanna hurt your feelings and i need the job
so for the time being yes, you can call me bob

i am able to seperate myself completely
from the sh-tty job i perform each week
just cut the paycheck and don’t call me to monday
i guarantee you will wanna be me some day

[chorus]

go!
when a hot summer, no songs get gone
hear now baby, no words no prom
throw a hand up high put a drink in the sky
it’s back y’all barbecue 2009

[2nd verse]

push the humble pie to the side, save it for dessert
send my tax relief check, ye imma go berserk
show the feddy gov the definition of inflation
enter the carribbean, dollars in the haitians
spending george, like a lord
make it rain, on the porch
drink enough liquor to start thinking we have war
we’re in the office instead of george
knowing we were better for it
pull the ratchet out and start shooting the f-cking dead horse
yes y’all – politics is a dumb topic
but it’s easy to make fun of, so please, don’t knock us
just rock it up in your prius
until you begin to see it
having visions of irishtoothache and you just wanna be us
and i can’t blame you
i would probably feel the same too
i’m e-dubble but if i wasn’t i wanna be muth
and i know that sounds like contempt
but i had a bad day and this is how i like to vent

[chorus]

go!
when a hot summer, no songs get gone
hear now baby, no words no prom
throw a hand up high put a drink in the sky
it’s back y’all barbecue 2009

[3rd verse]

when a hot summer, no songs no problem
th-th-th-th-th-th-they call me the solver (oooh)
yes, e-scr-p put the nail in the coffin
a-a-able to seperate myself completely

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