Текст песни
Ever get the feeling no one's got your back
Caught up in themselves livin' lies besides the fact
Somehow you're going on an opposite track
As we recover from another social heart attack
You think you see between the lines
But you can't see through dollar signs
So sick and tasteless now
Immature and faceless how
Can I even sleep at night, you ask
You say you're a pacifist
Instead you wave your fist
And all the while it becomes the end again
Make up your mind 'cause I can't decide
You think uniqueulism makes you dignified
You can't see with half opened eyes
You're standing up, instead you're falling far behind
You think you see between the lines
But you can't see through dollar signs
So sick and tasteless now
Immature and faceless how
Can I even sleep at night, you ask
You say you're a pacifist
Yet you wave your fist
And all the while it becomes the end again
What I do is what I choose which makes it my decision
If your life was a book your story would be fiction
Nevertheless
Am I dressed for the occasion?
It's number 32, now here's the situation
If the beat moves your feet then don't change the station
Pack your bags 'cause we're leaving on a permanent vacation
Well, I'm a disaster
A microphone master
Put on the tape and rock your ghetto blaster
It's not about the money, cars, hotels or resorts
It's about sweatin' all the bitches in the biker shorts
I'm Hot Chocolate and you see me runnin' late
'Cause I'm always making time to make your girlie feel great
And I'm Bizzy D from way downtown
And I'm known to rock the mic like a king wears a crown
When I'm on top, I'm with all that booty
Hustlin' deals like Mickey Moncooty
When I wake up I like a pound of bacon
Start off the day with my arteries shakin'
Rock
It's what we're all about!
It's what we live for
Come on, shout it out
Rock
It's what we're all about!
It's what we live for
Come on, shout it out
Rock
It's what we're all about!
It's what we live for
Come on, shout it out
Rock
It's what we're all about!
It's what we live for
Come on, shout it out
See me in 3D, I'm comin' right indirect with a dialect
Most men of science can't dissect
Thoughts interwoven and let us interlock
So I'm feen to blow off steam and get my cream
Sum 41 get wild, I get frantic
And every time we spin it, the world panics
I make it, lost my lines, but I aim through the coup
Sum 41 just singin' 'bout the loop
Ring-a-ling-ling, ding-dong, tick-tock
Shit is all about rap, and what we're all about