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[Part 1: Dave's Possessed Hair]

Ever get the feeling no one's got your back,
Caught up in themselves livin' lies besides the fact?
Somehow you're going on an opposite track,
As we recover from another social heart attack.

You think you see between the lines,
But you can't see through dollar signs.

So sick and tasteless now,
Immature and faceless, how
Can I even sleep at night, you ask.
You say you're a pacifist,
Instead you wave your fist,
And all the while it becomes the end again.

Make up your mind 'cause I can't decide.
You think uniqueulism makes you dignified.
You can't see with half-open eyes;
You think you're standing up, instead you're falling far behind.

You think you see between the lines,
But you can't see through dollar signs.

So sick and tasteless now,
Immature and faceless, how
Can I even sleep at night, you ask.
You say you're a pacifist,
But you wave your fist,
And all the while it becomes the end again.

What I do is what I choose, which makes it my decision.
If your life was a book your story would be fiction.

[Part 2: It's What We're All About]

Nevertheless am I dressed for the occasion.
It's number 32, now here's the situation:
If the beat moves your feet, then don't change the station.
Pack your bags 'cause we're leaving on a permanent vacation.
Well, I'm a disaster, a microphone master.
Put on the tape and rock your ghetto-blaster.
It's not about the money, cars, hotels, or resorts,
About sweating all the bitches in the biker shorts .
I'm Hot Chocolate and you'll see me running late,
'Cause I'm always making time to make your girlie feel great.
And I'm Bizzy D from way down town,
I'm known to rock a mic like a king with a crown.
When I'm on top I'm gonna borrow that bootie,
Hustling deals like Micky Macootie.
When I wake up I like a pound of bacon,
Start off the day with my arteries shaking.

Rock, it's what we're all about.
It's what we live for, c'mon, shout it out.
Rock, it's what we're all about.
It's what we live for, c'mon, shout it out.
Rock, it's what we're all about.
It's what we live for, c'mon, shout it out.
Rock, it's what we're all about.
It's what we live for, c'mon, shout it out.

You see me in 3D, I'm comin' live and direct,
With a dialect most men in science can't disect.
Thoughts interwoven and let us interlock,
So now it's my thing to blow off steam and get my cream.
Sum 41 get wild, I get frantic,
And every time we spin it the world panics.
I maybe lost my mind, well I ain't through the coop,
But Sum 41 just ain't about a loop.
Ring-a-ling-ling, ding-dong, tick-tock.
Shit, it's all about Rap
And maybe all about Rock!
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[Part 1: Dave's Possessed Hair]

Ever get the feeling no one's got your back,
Caught up in themselves livin' lies besides the fact?
Somehow you're going on an opposite track,
As we recover from another social heart attack.

You think you see between the lines,
But you can't see through dollar signs.

So sick and tasteless now,
Immature and faceless, how
Can I even sleep at night, you ask.
You say you're a pacifist,
Instead you wave your fist,
And all the while it becomes the end again.

Make up your mind 'cause I can't decide.
You think uniqueulism makes you dignified.
You can't see with half-open eyes;
You think you're standing up, instead you're falling far behind.

You think you see between the lines,
But you can't see through dollar signs.

So sick and tasteless now,
Immature and faceless, how
Can I even sleep at night, you ask.
You say you're a pacifist,
But you wave your fist,
And all the while it becomes the end again.

What I do is what I choose, which makes it my decision.
If your life was a book your story would be fiction.

[Part 2: It's What We're All About]

Nevertheless am I dressed for the occasion.
It's number 32, now here's the situation:
If the beat moves your feet, then don't change the station.
Pack your bags 'cause we're leaving on a permanent vacation.
Well, I'm a disaster, a microphone master.
Put on the tape and rock your ghetto-blaster.
It's not about the money, cars, hotels, or resorts,
About sweating all the bitches in the biker shorts .
I'm Hot Chocolate and you'll see me running late,
'Cause I'm always making time to make your girlie feel great.
And I'm Bizzy D from way down town,
I'm known to rock a mic like a king with a crown.
When I'm on top I'm gonna borrow that bootie,
Hustling deals like Micky Macootie.
When I wake up I like a pound of bacon,
Start off the day with my arteries shaking.

Rock, it's what we're all about.
It's what we live for, c'mon, shout it out.
Rock, it's what we're all about.
It's what we live for, c'mon, shout it out.
Rock, it's what we're all about.
It's what we live for, c'mon, shout it out.
Rock, it's what we're all about.
It's what we live for, c'mon, shout it out.

You see me in 3D, I'm comin' live and direct,
With a dialect most men in science can't disect.
Thoughts interwoven and let us interlock,
So now it's my thing to blow off steam and get my cream.
Sum 41 get wild, I get frantic,
And every time we spin it the world panics.
I maybe lost my mind, well I ain't through the coop,
But Sum 41 just ain't about a loop.
Ring-a-ling-ling, ding-dong, tick-tock.
Shit, it's all about Rap
And maybe all about Rock!
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Writer: DAVE BAKSH, DERYCK WHIBLEY, DERYCK JASON WHIBLEY
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC

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