Lyrics:
Song Voice The Bar

song, the real song Which she won't even admit to herself Beat narrow heart, the song lots of people know It's a painful song, it'll only say the truth

we belong Arm in arm naked making spawn at the salad bar get salad tongs deliver our new baby born Wait something's wrong, I gotta call my moms tell her Keith's on my song

A bunch of wild boys was hanging around At the local neighborhood saloon And some cat kept dropping quarters down in the jukebox Playing all the favorite

keep up shit But it's all good Watch me do this shit Yo yo yo yo ay yo from my town to Chitown R Kelly got some thugs to make you lock down Voice cry

the Indie-cool queen Took me out of the bar And showed me the scene My little girl I can?t find She?s five hours behind Singer not the song And something

Oh no, not you What are you doin' here? Our voice could be hard now Can we put him in the back? Robin, Robin, Robin I used to get dressed for you'll

Verse 2: Says the woman who sings at the bar This is for you, you know who you are I was you once, looking for someone I never found? She paints in a low smoky voice

Da Drout 3 [laughs]... Yeah...This was supposed to be the intro, but uhm... I guess ima gonna uhm...Do what yall came here for... [in Rastafarian voice

one day i was shopping in my local grocery store i grabbed a big bar of chocolate as i was headed for the door i tossed the chocolate in my cart beside