Weeds - Get Off the Gaht Damn Phone Lyrics

You don't talk right
You don't act right
You don't know how to talk to women, ha ain't that tight
Think you're pretty cool with your little PDA
Personal Distraction Assistant getting in the way

Speeding on the freeway had my music blarin' loud
Had to play a show on the other side of town
She was drivin' crazy in her Ferrari car
On her walkie talkie, man is askin' where you are
To get around a wagon she come get into my lane
Boom said crash, my life went flash
Spinnin' out sideways

Can't go five minutes, you can't leave it alone
You can't get off your
Gaht damn phone
Uh huh

Sit down for class in a university
Psychosis and business, advanced humanity
Here come the teacher she look as good as she can
To keep their attention off that thing in they hands
Well if she don't shout, well they all pull it out
Your tuition dollars pay for games on phones now

Can't go five minutes, you can't leave it alone
You can't get off your
Gaht damn phone
Uh huh

Let me see your eyes mama
Look right here
You can put it down there ain't nothin' to fear
You wanna get up on top
You better hurry it up, chop chop
Get up, come now, get off, put it down
Let your whole world stop