B. Slade - Boy, Interrupted. Lyrics

I mean first of all, you ain't my type
And if I was interested you'd know all about it
And furthermore, I'd ruin your life
Ain't it funny how times flies?
I got my cigarette
I got my blindfold
What's next?
Lemme guess
Fireworks shooting all up in my chest
Trying to suppress the way that I feel
And I'm pressed
You got me pressed
Looking around trying to hold all this down
You know exactly what you're doing
Desperately trying to scramble all of your transmissions

Boy, interrupted
Oohhhh
B-boy interrupted
Hold up wait a minute
Yo it's been a minute
Since I've been up in it yeah
You got me all in my feelings
I ain't gone front I'm the realest
Just hand me the ball Imma punt it
Talking sideways cuz I want it
Yeah I want it
Now you pissing me off
You know that I'm a boss
Ain't nothing to it boss
Even though I want it yeah yeah
Imma keep it pushing yeah yeah
Hold up wait a minute
Yo, it's been a minute
Since I've been up in it yeah
Lemme let my heart just slow down
I just wanna go a couple rounds
Hold up wait a minute
Yo, it's been a minute
Since I've been a
Boy, interrupted
Boy, interrupted
Ooohhhhh
Yeah
Boy, interrupted
Ooooh yeah
Boy, interrupted
Aaahhhhh
Ooohh
Throughout the day I think about it
I think about it
Think about it
Think about it
I thought that I would never draw straight lines again
Draw straight lines again
Oh my

Back in the day we used to kick like real tough
Back in the day we used to kick like real tough
Back in the day we used to kick like real tough
Back in the day we used to kick like real tough