"It's 8:05, this is Phillis in the office. The cat is out on the patio.
If it jumps one more time, your butts are in the street. I am sick and tired
Of your activities, your cat, and your untruths with me. I'm going to call
You tomorrow, when your home, and you better explain a lot of things to me
Because I'm sick and tired of your bull-shit. Good night."
My place is not a home
It don't make no difference
But I have found
That I need a place to stay
I never listen to what the landlord man say
You should've seen all the flops in my house
We were jumping on walls and kicking ceilins
Now a days people listen to me, when I say Get Out!
Hold me and don't let go
It don't make no difference that your a ho
'Cause I need a place to stay
nd though disease was just the price I paid
In days of old that how it used to be, oh yes indeed
That girl is dead to me now and I say Get Out!
One, two, three, four...
(???)
Giraffs and and elephants, fun for you
Lemme bust a freestyle, there
Fuck you, mate!
I gotta bone to pick
Don't sit, don't trip
I'm gonna...
(???)...Bert Suzanka's got my shrimp dip
I get it, get it, get it, get it, all the time
People wants to know the meaning of the word Sublime
It's anarchist, man, it's the shit you missed
We get the minute man loop and add a peni twist
We know you mutha that this is the shit
That you put in the box And say damn it's a hit
And to all the radios and the TV shows
Cause we don't kiss no ass or kick down free shows
What you get is the kind no econo gang or cess with yellow lover on the d-r-u-m-s
Let the lovin take a hold over me
Let the lovin take a hold over me
Follow me Long Beach possi'
Cause all I see is your fussin' and fightin'
1992 so lets all start uniting
Put your hands together be the best you can be
Let this jam take us to 1993
Stay positive and the love will come back to me
Writer(s): Bradley James Nowell, Eric John Wilson, Marshall Raymond Goodman, Michael Charles Happoldt, Willie James Clarke, Clarence Reid
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