Lyrics

[Verse 1: Xanax] Uhh Waked quite earlier today Noon God, already a headache wondering what I'm gonna wear To this private party Always a pain in the ass anyway But uh... Cream Armani suit will be nice (real nice) With that brand new moccasin that just broke from Venley That's right, bling bling All in your face Hooh Nice shag I choose the pink one Nice haircut too So I'm gonna call uh Stephanie, or I don't quite remember if it's Tiffany, but uh What I know Is that she's always ready to party And I mean party So we move to the club In my Hot-o-Mobile Stay still, stay still, stay still [Chorus: Xanax] But that somethin's goin' on in the air tonight But that somethin's goin' on in the air tonight [Skit: Xanax] Who's this? It's... me Don't "who's this" me Who do you think it is, the Pope? [Verse 2: Xanax] Are you funk enough Are you funk enough Are you funk enough, for this shit Yeah I'm funk enough Yeah I'm funk enough Yeah I'm funk enough for this shit Hit me one time Your friend told me You want a three-way Give me a minute to think about that Your friend told me You wanna do a three-way I wonder what's your daddy's gonna think about that, heh [Chorus: Xanax] But that somethin's goin' on in the air tonight But that somethin's goin' on in the air tonight But that somethin's goin' on in the air tonight [Verse 3: Xanax] Naw, it's time to play a little game with the audience Audience, listen carefully I want you to wave your hand, up to the sky Like that, like that, like that, like that, yeah Wave your hands Up to the sky Try to reach the sky, like that, like that And now [?] psychotic [?] Bend over, and try to reach hell Reach hell, reach hell, reach hell, reach hell, yeah, baby Woo-wee [Chorus: Xanax] But that somethin's goin' on in the air tonight But that somethin's goin' on in the air tonight