Lyrics:
hands
I dreamed I'd be famous
And I'd work at The Sands
Singing, Tabletop Joe, Tabletop Joe
Now everyone will know
That I'm Tabletop Joe
I had
Spinning around on a tabletop pyramid
Like a cup of hot spilling out without a lid
Eyes averted to the cracks in the pavement
I'm on the edge as they
ever needed was to bang tabletops!
Bang-Bang-Bangin' on these tabletops!
Bangin, we bangin, we bangin, we bangin
Bangin, we bangin, BANGIN' ON THESE
Entering the main square
Cleansing our minds, reaching the tabletop
We call out the defects,
Bring the components, engage, ticking clock
They want
zoomed in
I'm falling into you
We're dancing on tabletops
Neighbors calling the cops
When I'm with you it feels like
Nobody's watching us
We're
I, I, I, I'm your Table-Top Dancer
Dance a little jig as the deficit grows faster
I'll spend your money
While you're watching your T.V.'s
You bought
on the tabletop
Get loud 'til they come shut me down
Not long 'til I gotta stop
But I'm glad I spoke at all
Shout out from the tabletop
And I'm lighting up
Pointed at me
When you
Danced upon the tabletops and
Cheated cards with goons, and you
Hit on every girl that’s hot
In that small bar room
When you drank
but I'm pretty sure it ruled
Damn
Last Friday night
Yeah, we danced on tabletops
And we took too many shots
Think we kissed, but I forgot
Last Friday
a blacked out blur
But I'm pretty sure it ruled damn
Last Friday night
Yeah, we danced on tabletops
And we took too many shots
Think we kissed, but I forgot
Fish scale on da tabletop,
I got work all on my hands I can’t shake it off, Ay,
I Used to scrape up change and I still scrape da pot,
We got eighty
On the floor, the tabletop
Sweet like lollipop
I used to only window shop
Now if I want it, soon it's mine
I pick up on the smallest signs
I am getting comfy
the lucky one
On the wheels
On the tabletop
On the handles where the 7's stop
On the floor
On my hells again
I know I'm the one
I'm the one, I'm
racks right out of the bank
And put on your tabletop
I got the crop Chanel bag, I'm 'bout to go fuck up the block
Hop in out the Porsche and hopped out
looked like the pussy just winked at me
They'll do anything for a tip
Like table-top dance, or even grab your dick
With my money in hand, lookin' for fun
Verse 2: Fresh Kid Ice
Booty clubs where niggas go
Spendin' flow for stripper hoes
And table-tops cost five dollars
If the hoe ain't cute, don't even
a shot at this linoleum tabletop
All night long!
I'm not so good with subtlety
You wouldn't say that I'm the picture of urbanity
Never put much
Verse 1: Thrill Da Playa
Come on, I'm speakin' up
All the big-booty girls in the club
Wussup with the table-top?
Get up on, and make that booty
seam seems
Doubled in size so I can fall down on my bed
And regret
I wanna dance on tabletops or is it cliché
Drowning in my mind
Pass out
the nightmare
It doesn't seem fair
It doesn't seem fair
Mollied-out thot on the tabletop
Drugs take the pain but the pain don't stop
It's fun and games till your
pop)
Your girl crazy, got her dancing on my tabletop (Tabletop)
Peaking and you know she aint gonna stop (Nah)
Wet pussy, and I aint talking shots (No,
a lady
(I wanna be your baby)
I wanna get with you, babe
But whether or not
You wanna ride ‘til we drop dead
Or fuck on the tabletop
I don’t mind, you got
house down in Wilkeson, where you can dance on tabletops.
There's a card room in the back, where you can dance on tabletops.
You'd better light a fire,
dancing to my radio
I turn up the volume and I go, go, go
I'll be dancing on the very last tabletop
Gonna dance till I drop - don't stop
And the rhythm's
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