Let's Jam

Yeah, we back
So where my bitches at?
Because I'm ready and willing to jam, my friend
Got plenty of green and I'm ready to spend
On gear, and beer, and instruments of fear
And don't you say I'm taking too far
Just stop for a minute, and hear this guitar
So feel that beat
Crank that heat
Hit that street
Because I don't give a damn, y'all
Let's jam
Whoa, whoa whoa whoa. Whoa. Whoa
You're telling me you want to jam?
Yeah
Ok
I'll tell you how I jam
Let you see the kind of person I am
Start by getting a pot of paint
Then throwing it the hell all over the place
On the ground and on the walls
Smear it on my face like some kind of war paint
And mid splash make a riff that never ends
Then walk away and never play it again
You got them toys in your grips
Tingle through your fingertips
And you're feeling kind of ready
Like its time to jam
Grab your weapon of choice
Let the mic hear your voice
Because now I know you're ready
To jam, jam, jam, jam, jam
Oh, no. Here comes A-Train
Hide the ladies
Looks like the calm before the storm
Jams been with me since I was born
Can't ignore this feeling
All I want to do is fucking jam
Cruising down the PCH
Chasing goats from outer space
There's no need to worry
There's no need to hurry
Just fucking jam
My name is Captain Marc Anthony
But the ladies, they call me A-Train
Just fucking jam
You got them toys in your grips
And you're feeling kind of ready
Grab your weapon of choice
Because now I know you're ready
You got them toys in your grips
Tingle through your fingertips
And you're feeling kind of ready
Like its time to jam
Grab your weapon of choice
Let the mic hear your voice
Because now I know you're ready
Yeah, now I know you're ready
Now I know you're ready
To jam, jam, jam, jam, jam
Plug in the guitar
Plug in the bass
Plug in some port right in your face
We're jamming all night until the break of day
Then go outside and run around and play

Paint brush balanced between the teeth
And I pull my steam punk goggles over my eyes
And believe that I'm super fly