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UNAVAiLABLE (feat. Rick Snare) Video (MV)




Performed By: Nick Tara
Language: English
Length: 4:09
Written by: Eric Ziemer, Nicholas Tara




Nick Tara - UNAVAiLABLE (feat. Rick Snare) Lyrics




Hey, you free later?
No, I'm unavailable

I know I'm not your type
Chris Farley
Get some sleep tonight
Yes, Chris Farley, if you didn't know, he's a cool guy
But I know that I get the crowd hyped when I
Petal to the metal, I'm a vegetable

I'm making cuts, dancing like I'm Footloose
Your level's like a kid's game, it's duck duck goose
Cut me loose from the noose
It's a nuisance, dude, finding myself again
Lost in thought, I need a map
Can I get directions or a mention? Nah

Bob, Bob, Bob Marley
I drop dead from, I smoke too much weed like I'm Bob Marley
And I see inside and I don't know what I see
Sometimes I don't really think that I like it

Blast off like a suited up spaceman
I'm elastic, I'm flexible
I put my pedal to the metal, I'm a vegetable
I'm credible, invested in my health
And raising up my stealth, cruising out of my hell
Saved by the bell

With you, sometimes I even think it's right to believe my own lies
I said
With you, sometimes I even think it's right to believe my own lies
Said I know I'm not your type
I'm trying to move slow so I might just get some sleep tonight
I don't know what you are like
But I know that by the morning light

Bob Marley
Doing speedballs at McDonald's like Chris Farley
Okay, wait, one more time just to get it solidified, one more time, okay, I love this rhyme, okay

So I smoke more weed than f*cking Bob Marley
And I dropped dead from speedballs like Chris Farley
I be smoking weed like I was Bob Marley
Did speedballs at McDonald's like Chris Farley

I know with you, sometimes I think it's right to believe my own lies
See inside my own mind, don't like what I see sometimes
Shines, I don't really care
This is Nick Tara and I chill with Rick Snare
Sadly but I know, I'm not your type
Trying to move slow so I might just get some sleep tonight
I don't know what you are like
But I know that by the morning light
I'm rude, too and I talk back
I'm always late to class, man
I'm elastic
I even think it's right to believe my own lies
Said I know I'm not your type
Trying to move slow so I might just get some sleep tonight

I don't know what you are like
But I know that by the
So I smoke, so I smoke, so I smoke more weed than f*cking Bob Marley
And I dropped dead from speedballs like Chris Farley
I be smoking weed like I was Bob Marley
Did speedballs at McDonald's like Chris Farley

Speedballs at McDonald's
Speedballs at McDonald's, yeah
Speedballs at McDonald's

I be smoking weed like I was Bob Marley
Did speedballs at McDonald's like Chris Farley
Yes

More weed than f*cking Bob Marley
And I dropped dead from speedballs like Chris Farley (you know Chris Farley?)
I be smoking weed like I was Bob Marley (Almost Heros?)
Did speedballs at McDonald's like Chris Farley (Tommy Boy?)
Speedballs at McDonald's
I did speedballs at McDonald's like Chris Farley
It's a bad habit
I do speedballs at McDonald's like Chris Farley
Sorry, I can't stop
I drop speedballs at McDonald's like Chris Farley
Yeah, yeah

There's gotta be something we can put to
F*ck it, man
I'm off this f*cking mic
It's been a long night
What is it, four, 4-0-2
Let's hear it
Wait, let me check
It's f*ckin, goddamn, it's 4-0-8

Footloose
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English

Hey, you free later?
No, I'm unavailable

I know I'm not your type
Chris Farley
Get some sleep tonight
Yes, Chris Farley, if you didn't know, he's a cool guy
But I know that I get the crowd hyped when I
Petal to the metal, I'm a vegetable

I'm making cuts, dancing like I'm Footloose
Your level's like a kid's game, it's duck duck goose
Cut me loose from the noose
It's a nuisance, dude, finding myself again
Lost in thought, I need a map
Can I get directions or a mention? Nah

Bob, Bob, Bob Marley
I drop dead from, I smoke too much weed like I'm Bob Marley
And I see inside and I don't know what I see
Sometimes I don't really think that I like it

Blast off like a suited up spaceman
I'm elastic, I'm flexible
I put my pedal to the metal, I'm a vegetable
I'm credible, invested in my health
And raising up my stealth, cruising out of my hell
Saved by the bell

With you, sometimes I even think it's right to believe my own lies
I said
With you, sometimes I even think it's right to believe my own lies
Said I know I'm not your type
I'm trying to move slow so I might just get some sleep tonight
I don't know what you are like
But I know that by the morning light

Bob Marley
Doing speedballs at McDonald's like Chris Farley
Okay, wait, one more time just to get it solidified, one more time, okay, I love this rhyme, okay

So I smoke more weed than f*cking Bob Marley
And I dropped dead from speedballs like Chris Farley
I be smoking weed like I was Bob Marley
Did speedballs at McDonald's like Chris Farley

I know with you, sometimes I think it's right to believe my own lies
See inside my own mind, don't like what I see sometimes
Shines, I don't really care
This is Nick Tara and I chill with Rick Snare
Sadly but I know, I'm not your type
Trying to move slow so I might just get some sleep tonight
I don't know what you are like
But I know that by the morning light
I'm rude, too and I talk back
I'm always late to class, man
I'm elastic
I even think it's right to believe my own lies
Said I know I'm not your type
Trying to move slow so I might just get some sleep tonight

I don't know what you are like
But I know that by the
So I smoke, so I smoke, so I smoke more weed than f*cking Bob Marley
And I dropped dead from speedballs like Chris Farley
I be smoking weed like I was Bob Marley
Did speedballs at McDonald's like Chris Farley

Speedballs at McDonald's
Speedballs at McDonald's, yeah
Speedballs at McDonald's

I be smoking weed like I was Bob Marley
Did speedballs at McDonald's like Chris Farley
Yes

More weed than f*cking Bob Marley
And I dropped dead from speedballs like Chris Farley (you know Chris Farley?)
I be smoking weed like I was Bob Marley (Almost Heros?)
Did speedballs at McDonald's like Chris Farley (Tommy Boy?)
Speedballs at McDonald's
I did speedballs at McDonald's like Chris Farley
It's a bad habit
I do speedballs at McDonald's like Chris Farley
Sorry, I can't stop
I drop speedballs at McDonald's like Chris Farley
Yeah, yeah

There's gotta be something we can put to
F*ck it, man
I'm off this f*cking mic
It's been a long night
What is it, four, 4-0-2
Let's hear it
Wait, let me check
It's f*ckin, goddamn, it's 4-0-8

Footloose
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Writer: Eric Ziemer, Nicholas Tara
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