247-369 Lyrics

Gotta fucking
Gotta
Gotta face the music, man
Gotta face the music

It's such a bum out and I already know
All my friends are gonna be there, but I do not wanna go
Now it's building, building, building, up in, up in me tonight
So I roll a hundred cigarettes before I go inside
And I take a thousand hits so I don't make it too far
I hear my LBDub CD still playin' in my car
I'm such a bum out, so believe me when I say it
As I fall asleep on the pavement

Ooh, you mean nothing to my mind
Huh, 247-369

Sneakin' out late, I am a secret tweaker
If you don't like your old lady, then leave her
Yeah, you should leavе her before shе leaves ya
You are a bum out and it's nice to meet ya
One brick, two brick, three bricks, fire
Then I hit it with the torch, I dunno why
Just gimme da, gimme da, gimme da, gimme da microphone
And tell your boy to turn that bass up just as loud as it can go

Ooh, you mean nothing to my mind
Huh, 247-369

Oh, you mean nothing to my mind
Huh, 247-369

Uh, uh, uh, go!
Nothing, ooh, nothing
To my mind, mind, mind, mind, to my mind
Mind, getting mine, mine in my mind

Nothing left
Nothing left
There's nothing left
There's nothing fucking left, man
Mother fucker

Yo, some mf put these annotations, and I can't remove them
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