247-369

Lyrics

Gotta face the music, man Gotta face the music [Verse 1] It's such a bum out and I already know All my friends are gonna be there, but I do not wanna go Now it's building, building, building, up in, up in me tonight So I roll a hundred cigarettes before I go inside And I take a thousand hits so I don't make it too far I hear my LBDub CD still playin' in my car I'm such a bum out, so believe me when I say it As I fall asleep on the pavement [Chorus] Ooh, you mean nothing to my mind Huh, 247-369 [Verse 2] Sneakin' out late, I am a secret tweaker If you don't like your old lady, then leave her Yeah, you should leavе her before shе leaves ya You are a bum out and it's nice to meet ya One brick, two brick, three bricks, fire Then I hit it with the torch, I dunno why Just gimme da, gimme da, gimme da, gimme da microphone And tell your boy to turn that bass up just as loud as it can go [Chorus] Ooh, you mean nothing to my mind Huh, 247-369 [Chorus] Oh, you mean nothing to my mind Huh, 247-369 [Bridge] Uh, uh, uh, go! Nothing, ooh, nothing To my mind, mind, mind, mind, to my mind Mind, getting mine, mine in my mind [Outro] Nothing left Nothing left There's nothing left There's nothing fucking left, man Mother fucker [PS] Yo, some mf put these annotations, and I can't remove them 1 2 3