WWE: Badstreet U.S.A. (The Fabulous Freebirds) - Michael Hayes and the Badstreet Band

Ayo Niggas still in and out Cooling with her in the house, I fuck her on her mother couch Quiet with a crazy mouth, she tell me call when I'm in town Love it when I see her Told me freak her, she be screaming loud I ain't want the bitch, but I want her now Ain't this shit what life's about? Spending time or having fun, I do but took the paper route I'm high as shit but coming down In the crypt, it's spooky now Niggas acting goofy now, they say they down but want the clout I ain't one to run my mouth Show him what the action 'bout Show him how the Semi or the Ruger sound Fuck her, making stupid sounds She freaky fuck her brains out She want me get explicit when I'm in it "pull my hair now" The fuck Nigga tales of the crypt Real spooky shit nigga the fuck Ayo I'm in and out the bitch And I'm in and out ya hoe now Said "fuck the recognition" Niggas up and jack the whole style They frauding for attention, really bitches shit be so wild So nigga quit rapping, better off sharing your pronouns I'm tired of all the dapping, all the cap and all the fake smiles Care more 'bout how they looking on their Instagram profiles But never in the real world, they living in remote files I pull up on the opps or something, my brother on speed dial I give my life for family or give it for my own child My demons want to battle me, these niggas want a showdown If niggas ain't knowing I been growing, rock ya show now They don't live in reality these niggas live in iCloud Wouldn't be here without Jay or the niggas I bump Shout out RZA, Madlib, Evidence Wassup? I bump the old shit, I call it retro so what? I never get complacent, these niggas twiddling thumbs I'm watching what I say 'cuz I know it's power in my tongue I spit the freestyle I know it get the fucking job done I battle with my demons but right now we one and one And bitch I'm never quitting I'm ah' always get the job done, motherfucker Aye check me out god, real freestyle shit nigga The fuck

I pulled out for San Anton' I never felt so good My woman said she'd meet me there And of course, I knew she would The coachman, he hit me for my hook And he asked me my name I give it to him right away Then I hung my head in shame Lo and behold! Lo and behold! Looking for my lo and behold Get me outta here, my dear man I come into Pittsburgh At 6:30 flat I found myself a vacant seat And I put down my hat "What's the matter, Molly, dear? What's the matter with your mound?" "What's it to ya, Moby Dick? This is chicken town!" Lo and behold! Lo and behold! Looking for my lo and behold Get me outta here, my dear man I bought myself a herd of moose One she could call her own Well, she came out the very next day To see where they had flown I'm going down to Tennessee Get me a truck or something Gonna save my money and rip it up Lo and behold! Lo and behold! Looking for my lo and behold Get me outta here, my dear man Now, I come in on a Ferris wheel And boys, I sure was slick I come in like a ton of bricks Laid a few tricks on them Going back to Pittsburgh Count up to 30 Round that horn and ride that herd Gonna thread up Lo and behold! Lo and behold! Looking for my lo and behold Get me outta here, my dear man

He walks in, orders up a round How you been, my old friend? The band kicks off, the same ole dance The same ole worn out songs but he sings along He's gonna stay here 'til they make him leave 'Cause he's got all the friends a guy like him could ever need One will hang around and tell him what he wants to hear One will help by drownin' out the how'd you wind up heres One will hold him up, when love has let him down They do the best they can for a broken-hearted fool The Beer, the Band and the Barstool Corner booth, a blonde with lonely eyes A shade of blue, "Hey, how are you?" Just by chance, are you here alone? How about a dance? And she took his hand He hoped she'd stay, but always knew she'd leave But he's got all the friends a guy like him could ever need One will hang around and tell him what he wants to hear One will help by drownin' out the how'd you wind up heres One will hold him up, when love has let him down They do the best they can for a broken-hearted fool The Beer, the Band and the Barstool Now he last call, lights a cigarette and orders up one more Pays his tab, knows he'll be back, 'cause he's been here before One will hang around and tell him what he wants to hear One will help by drownin' out the how'd you wind up heres One will hold him up, when love has let him down They do the best they can for a broken-hearted fool They go hand-in-hand with losin' you The Beer, the Band and the Barstool And the Barstool

Yeah, I'm King Shit That's what I thought When I was young I knew everything Till my know-it-all Found out I didn't know too much So I had a big piece of humble pie I bought a ticket to a show Found a new perspective Some brand-new friends And I found my first real home We all put our pants on one leg at a time Aw, the struggle's real So here's the deal Ain't no one gettin' out alive So we dance all night (Dance all night) A little pickin' too (A little pickin' too) We take the weight of the world And lift it right up off of you (That's what we do) Oh you got a broken heart Just need to get away for a good time I got good news That's what me and the boys in the band Were born to do, ah ooh You can spend your whole life However you see fit Writing at a desk, diggin' in a ditch Whose ass you gotta kiss? So come on now, a-jump right in 'Cause life goes by so fast How many summers do you have left Before you're pushing up the grass? Come and dance all night (Dance all night) Do some pickin' too (A little pickin' too) Take the weight of the world And lift it right up off of you It's just what we do You got a broken heart Just need to get away for a good time I got good news That's what me and the boys in the band Were born to do We all put our pants on one leg at a time Aw, the struggle's real So here's the deal Ain't no one gettin' out alive So we dance all night (Dance all night) Do some pickin' too (A little pickin' too) We take the weight of the world And lift it right up off of you It's just what we do You got a broken heart You just need to get away for a good time I got good news That's what me and the boys in the band Were born to do Come and dance all night (Dance all night) Do some pickin' too (A little pickin' too) Take the weight of the world And lift it right up off of you It's just what we do You got a broken heart And just need to get away for a good time I got good news That's what me and the boys in the band Were born to do, ah-ooh