Yadda Yadda

Eric

Can I get a piece
Huh

For so long had my heart in it
But you know what the problem is
Bunch of thoughts in my head
From the things that her body did
I mean pardon
I'm getting too talkative
Its like

Oh Yadda Yadda
Yadda Yadda
Oh Yadda Yadda
Yadda Yadda
No More Talking
Nada Nada
Oh Yadda Yadda
Yadda Yadda Yadda Yadda

You get the V, Feel like its a W
Till you left with the Exes
Why? It's easy
She want a groom, and you looking all confused
So she headed to the exit
Exsqueeze me
Who you having sex with should feel like your best friend
So blessed every session
But when you get desperate this is what you left with
And you left quick
Said F it to the effort
In her bed you've been embedded
That's the story of the Ex-Men
You should get tested
You wake at noon in the danger room
You're face is screwed like that Jamaican dude
Grab a case of brew, and you feeling like, Your name is who?
It's kind of strange like Déjà vu
You smoke my kind of haze get your days confused
A little pain removed, But getting high, it ain't the same as you
Damn

My heart in it
But you know what the problem is
Bunch of thoughts in my head
From the things that her body did
I mean pardon
I'm getting too talkative
Its like

Oh Yadda Yadda
Yaada Yadda
Oh Yadda Yadda
Yadda Yadda
No More Talking
Nada Nada
Oh Yadda Yadda
Yadda Yadda Yadda Yadda

One second I want to be your mister
Next second I probably reconsider
And get a needy chick to feed me dinner
Polenta and shrimp scampi
I've never been a pimp, Ask me
It'd be different if these hoes tell it
Swear you get so jealous
Buy you a rose and you don't smell it
Filet Mignon and don't eat it
I take you home and it's no speaking
Gave you the globe and you don't see it
I'm heated
So I spend my time with another one
Even though she can see we dated
I'm saying
At least I know she will appreciate it
I'm Jaded
Politicking with barbers and bartenders
That tend to keep me faded
What day is it?
What day is it?
I don't know its embarrassing
Driving slow as a terrapin
Need a dose of some therapy
My patience is a model's clothes
I swear to wearing thin
What does it end?
Should call you Nancy - I never ever, ever care again,
Kerrigan
Not by the hairs on my chin, Rub it in
Wanna clean my soul like some fresh butter Timbs
If I get caught slipping I done fell in love again
Damn
Caught slipping I done fell in love again
Damn

Dont say nothing
Matter fact Nada
It sound like a bunch of Yadda

Oh Yadda Yadda
Yadda Yadda
Oh Yadda Yadda
Yadda Yadda
So can I get a piece
Call me Dalai Lama
We Smoking on that Buddha
And Yadda Yadda

Can I get a piece
Hold up
Said can I get a Peace