作词 : Nathaniel Motte/Sean Foreman 作曲 : Nathaniel Motte/Sean Foreman When I come up in the club, I''m talking mad *****t, Come up in the club I''m ''bout to get my ass kicked, ''Cause I''m sippin'' on some Gin, Sip, Sippin'' on some Jack, Slip 60 in her panties with my number on the back ''Cause the proof is in the Kodak, The throw-backs in a dark and vacant corner, You were freezing, I was warmer, And the roof is gone, when we know that, And baby chases like she don''t know what she''s seeing, I was steady, you were fleeting Punk *****, ''Cause I''ve seen it before, And I don''t care anymore, And I just want you to know, And I just want you to know that we datin'' mad models and poppin'' mad bottles tonight, Punk ***** Whoa whoa oh, We datin'' mad models and poppin'' mad bottles tonight Uh, yeah, sounds good, Throw me up in the headphones; sounds good I''m actin'' mad dumb, Ladies lookin'' at me tell ''em, come and get some, ''Cause I''m sippin'' on some Jack, Sip, Sippin'' on some Gin, Tip, tippin'' all these strippers like I know them as my friends And the roof is gone, we know that, Write it down, Scratch the nice, ''Cause I just can''t keep coming back Yeah, Yeah You put my picture in a box, It was the one inside your locket, What happened to the keys that used to jingle in your pocket, Your fingers say to come, But your eyes say I should stop it, If I regret all I''ve done, I would be trapped inside that locket, You put my picture in a box(''cause I''ve seen it before), that used to jingle in your pocket (and I don''t care anymore), But your eyes say I should stop it (and I just want you to know), I would be trapped inside that locket (that we datin'' mad models and poppin'' mad bottles tonight)
作词 : Nathaniel Motte/Sean Foreman 作曲 : Nathaniel Motte/Sean Foreman When I come up in the club, I''m talking mad *****t, Come up in the club I''m ''bout to get my ass kicked, ''Cause I''m sippin'' on some Gin, Sip, Sippin'' on some Jack, Slip 60 in her panties with my number on the back ''Cause the proof is in the Kodak, The throw-backs in a dark and vacant corner, You were freezing, I was warmer, And the roof is gone, when we know that, And baby chases like she don''t know what she''s seeing, I was steady, you were fleeting Punk *****, ''Cause I''ve seen it before, And I don''t care anymore, And I just want you to know, And I just want you to know that we datin'' mad models and poppin'' mad bottles tonight, Punk ***** Whoa whoa oh, We datin'' mad models and poppin'' mad bottles tonight Uh, yeah, sounds good, Throw me up in the headphones; sounds good I''m actin'' mad dumb, Ladies lookin'' at me tell ''em, come and get some, ''Cause I''m sippin'' on some Jack, Sip, Sippin'' on some Gin, Tip, tippin'' all these strippers like I know them as my friends And the roof is gone, we know that, Write it down, Scratch the nice, ''Cause I just can''t keep coming back Yeah, Yeah You put my picture in a box, It was the one inside your locket, What happened to the keys that used to jingle in your pocket, Your fingers say to come, But your eyes say I should stop it, If I regret all I''ve done, I would be trapped inside that locket, You put my picture in a box(''cause I''ve seen it before), that used to jingle in your pocket (and I don''t care anymore), But your eyes say I should stop it (and I just want you to know), I would be trapped inside that locket (that we datin'' mad models and poppin'' mad bottles tonight)
