Where's Dave?
Waking up in the night to let out Dave
He's nocturnal and he's itching to play
Turn on the lights so I can toke
I can't sleep till I take another load
The accountant's passed out in the bed beside
Tired and loc'd out from trolling all night
He's been mobbing around in the coochie whip
All over town strapped down by the hips
I'm sitting here, bored alone and awake
My mind is shaking like an earthquake
Maybe I'll mob over to the basement
But you know I'd rather not represent it
When I get there, what the fuck's that smell
How swell, now I'm not feeling so well
Wasn't ever very hard to tell
Hit the bottle and hang out with my homie's shells (Oh hell)
When I finally stand up to leave
I get a head rush that's vicious and mean
My mind is feeling pretty blurry
So I take off in a hurry
Now I'm skating back down the hill
When some asshole flies by and almost
Makes me roadkill
And now my heart's beating like a drum
I feel it in my chest going (Rumpada-bumpada-bumpada-bumpada)
And I get home, and guess who's pissed
Look's at me cause I lack a pair of common sense (I guess)
Finally I'm laying back in bed
But I know when I wake up, I'll do it all again
Waking up in the night to let out Dave
He's nocturnal and he's itching to play
Turn on the lights so I can toke
I can't sleep till I take another load
The accountant's passed out in the bed beside
Tired and loc'd out from trolling all night
He's been mobbing around in the coochie whip
All over town strapped down by the hips
I'm sitting here, bored alone and awake
My mind is shaking like an earthquake
Maybe I'll mob over to the basement
But you know I'd rather not represent it
When I get there, what the fuck's that smell
How swell, now I'm not feeling so well
Wasn't ever very hard to tell
Hit the bottle and hang out with my homie's shells (Oh hell)
When I finally stand up to leave
I get a head rush that's vicious and mean
My mind is feeling pretty blurry
So I take off in a hurry
Now I'm skating back down the hill
When some asshole flies by and almost
Makes me roadkill
And now my heart's beating like a drum
I feel it in my chest going (Rumpada-bumpada-bumpada-bumpada)
And I get home, and guess who's pissed
Look's at me cause I lack a pair of common sense (I guess)
Finally I'm laying back in bed
But I know when I wake up, I'll do it all again
But I know when I wake up, I'll do it all again
But I know when I wake up, I'll do it all again
But I know when I wake up, I'll do it all again
But I know when I wake up, I'll do it all again
He's nocturnal and he's itching to play
Turn on the lights so I can toke
I can't sleep till I take another load
The accountant's passed out in the bed beside
Tired and loc'd out from trolling all night
He's been mobbing around in the coochie whip
All over town strapped down by the hips
I'm sitting here, bored alone and awake
My mind is shaking like an earthquake
Maybe I'll mob over to the basement
But you know I'd rather not represent it
When I get there, what the fuck's that smell
How swell, now I'm not feeling so well
Wasn't ever very hard to tell
Hit the bottle and hang out with my homie's shells (Oh hell)
When I finally stand up to leave
I get a head rush that's vicious and mean
My mind is feeling pretty blurry
So I take off in a hurry
Now I'm skating back down the hill
When some asshole flies by and almost
Makes me roadkill
And now my heart's beating like a drum
I feel it in my chest going (Rumpada-bumpada-bumpada-bumpada)
And I get home, and guess who's pissed
Look's at me cause I lack a pair of common sense (I guess)
Finally I'm laying back in bed
But I know when I wake up, I'll do it all again
Waking up in the night to let out Dave
He's nocturnal and he's itching to play
Turn on the lights so I can toke
I can't sleep till I take another load
The accountant's passed out in the bed beside
Tired and loc'd out from trolling all night
He's been mobbing around in the coochie whip
All over town strapped down by the hips
I'm sitting here, bored alone and awake
My mind is shaking like an earthquake
Maybe I'll mob over to the basement
But you know I'd rather not represent it
When I get there, what the fuck's that smell
How swell, now I'm not feeling so well
Wasn't ever very hard to tell
Hit the bottle and hang out with my homie's shells (Oh hell)
When I finally stand up to leave
I get a head rush that's vicious and mean
My mind is feeling pretty blurry
So I take off in a hurry
Now I'm skating back down the hill
When some asshole flies by and almost
Makes me roadkill
And now my heart's beating like a drum
I feel it in my chest going (Rumpada-bumpada-bumpada-bumpada)
And I get home, and guess who's pissed
Look's at me cause I lack a pair of common sense (I guess)
Finally I'm laying back in bed
But I know when I wake up, I'll do it all again
But I know when I wake up, I'll do it all again
But I know when I wake up, I'll do it all again
But I know when I wake up, I'll do it all again
But I know when I wake up, I'll do it all again
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Writer(s): Nicholas Running
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