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Roland Kent LaVoie, better known by the stage name Lobo (born July 31, 1943), is an American singer-songwriter who was successful in the early 1970s, scoring several U.S. Top 10 hits, including "Me and You and a Dog Named Boo", "I'd Love You to Want Me" and "Don't Expect Me to Be Your Friend". more »

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Yeah
Yeah
Yeah!

Ooo, ooo
Yeah!

2 AM and my windows down
Roll 'em up, roll 'em up, we don't let smoke out
Dealing with our demons way we best know how
Not enough, not enough, give me 3 more rounds

I can't feel my face
Didn't want to in the first place
Why my chest feel so concave?
To be honest think I like it that way
Being heartless gets you paid

Out of pocket
Stimulate my senses for a moment if you want to
But we ain't taking five cause taking breaks is not a option and we
Making profit
Trying to save it up but when that money come we flaunt it we just
Make it hotter than a sauna
But we never ever sweat ain't got a nervous bone in body
And we clutch this here in gear look like we going into overdrive
Work in after working like we getting paid in overtime and I don't want a sober mind
I just want a good ol' time
Forgetting shorty name up by the second but we gone be fine
She gone have to stand in line
Ride me like a handlebar
I don't think that they can test us we just ain't been standardized
Hands is sanitized
('Tized)
Hair is platinum dyed
(Dyed)
Pants is coming off and she tell me to come inside
(Side)
She wanna stay the night
But she don't got that right
But I'm a fucking feminist so hopefully her head is nice
Shake em down like fucking lice
Mixing Henny, Coke, and Ice and keep my circle corset tight
(Tight, tight)
Of course it tight
What you thought the 8 meant when it's laying on its side lil' bitch?
Okay, yeah, gimme time, whats the?

2 AM and my windows down
(Yeah)
Roll 'em up, roll 'em up, we don't let smoke out
(Don't let it)
Dealing with our demons way we best know how
Not enough, not enough, give me 3 more rounds
(Give me)
I can't feel my face
(Yeah, yeah)
Didn't want to in the first place
(Give me, give me)
Why my chest feel so concave?
(Too fade)
To be honest think I like it that way
(That way)
Being heartless gets you paid

She bald where the goodies at that Shaolin monk
She been listening to Mix A Lot got junk in the trunk
Thats why I had to go dumb
Thats why my boy don't go limp
Way I silver my tongue
I make a mute want to sing, so pour some more in my cup
Cause only babies gone sip
And Imma down it in one
My mama aint raise a bitch
So put me on top your list
I'm bout to f*ck and then dip
(Yeah)
I call that french fry got to catch up with me
(Eh, eh)

Only doing this 'cause y'all made me
Brush 'em off my shoulders, no Jay Z
I'm ducking from the piggies, no bacon
Got to love getting faded with your fake friends
(Yeah)
30 rack on me when I roll out
Might just case another when we roll out
Shorty want to come through, back to my house
But the night still young, whats the time now?
(Check your watch)

2 AM and my windows down
Roll 'em up, roll 'em up, we don't let smoke out
Dealing with our demons way we best know how
Not enough, not enough, give me 3 more rounds

I can't feel my face
Didn't want to in the first place
Why my chest feel so concave?
To be honest think I like it that way
Being heartless gets you paid

Heart
Heart, heartless gets you paid

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