B! Davis Presents... Bad Boys Break Down Too! Kick Ass Anthems To Get Fucked Up And Cry To On A Friday or Stay Home, Stoned, Just Remembering on a Tuesday
I'm B! Davis! Let me tell ya a story...
Several years ago, it occurred to me that I had run right outta ways to say fuck. Boy, I've screamed it, I've cried it. I've meant it, I've denied it. I've sexted it. I've spelled it in my Alpha-Bits cereal. I've spelled it in the snow with my piss.
Well, one day I figured how to play a C and a D on a busted ass 6 string that had, not only followed me around my whole life, but also somehow managed to keep up. The next day, somebody taught me how to cheat on the G chord and I've been singing fucking songs ever since!
Sometimes people will try to ignore you while you're trying to give a well deserved fuck. But, I'll tell you what.. You breakout a git and burst into fucking song... Mother fuckers start listening.
Please do, by all means, post feedback, comments, complaints, compliments, questions, snide remarks, and/or any bitching you might have to get out of the way, on my page! Would love to hear from ya!
Story behind the song
"Ph.D In Partyin'" Is Dedicated to James Taylor of Mecosta County, MI. Host of, Project P, the biggest fucking shit show any Michigander could ever hope for.is more than just your next favorite song. It's an all new, 100% original, "Party Anthem"!
This one goes out to all of us who could have been not only medical doctors, but also been through of law school and passed the BAR, had we just spent half as much time studyin' as we did partyin'.
I may not be a doctor or a scientist. Hell, I might not even be a real estate agent. Come to think of it, I'm not entirely certain I went to college. Honestly, the only way I know for sure I completed high school is because I remember rolling doobies on my diploma all the way up until I got kicked out of my mom's basement.
I am, however, goddamn good at what I do do. Don't matter if we're getting beer at 3am or were just fuckin' some shit up on a Tuesday afternoon. When it comes to partying... You may remove your hat and call me, "Dr. Mr. B! Davis Ph.D Esquire MD" with a capital "Motha Fuckas" at the end!
Lyrics
B! Davis - Ph.D In Partyin'. (Ode To James Taylord)
Written & Performed By: B! Davis
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Verse 1
Welcome to Friday night! Hope everybody made it out alright tonight
First if ya drove don't chance it, everybody's gettin' fucked up, no passes
Got a 30 rack cold, ready to go
Cheap fifth of liquor and a quarter o
I got a rhythm with a beat and a guitar flow
And I ain't even gotta work, til I don't even know
If ya need to find me later, try checking on the floor
When it's late at night it seems that that is where I go
With a drunk slut blanket and a beer can pillow
Everybody give it up welcome to Friday night
Chorus
If ya know what I mean, you've been studyin,
Gotta md, gotcha doctorate in stumbling
Little LSD in ya mushroom tea
Ya got a master of philosophy, and you can speak geometry
And I been collectin gettin arrested
Felony misdemeanor civil infraction
i been to court enough times, ain't no liar
Judge calls me Mr. B! Davis esquire
Lotta late nights, Gotta PhD in partyin'
Ya gonna have to fight, to get a phd in partyin
Coulda been a surgeon and part time psychologist
Didn't fuck around gotta PhDs in partyin
Verse 2
It's Friday night, til Saturday morning
And this is gone be your final warning
10 foot Beer bong, portable beer pong
Shitty ass speakers in the back of a nissan
Cd skipping from the bumpin of the bass
So I Little country on,
Puff, puff, pass where'd the oney bat go, remember if the cops come it's medical tobacco
Gotta find a bedroom for ya lover, double o seven, get her under the covers
You ain't got no rubber, but maybe she does. Maybe her boyfriend's got one
Chorus
If ya know what I mean, you've been studyin,
Gotta md, gotcha doctorate in stumbling
Little LSD in ya mushroom tea
Ya got a master of philosophy, and you can speak geometry
And I been collectin gettin arrested
Felony misdemeanor civil infraction
i been to court enough times, ain't no liar
Judge calls me Mr. B! Davis esquire
Lotta late nights, Gotta PhD in partyin'
Ya gonna have to fight, to get a phd in partyin
Coulda been a pharmacist and a radiologist
Didn't fuck around gotta PhDs in partyin
Verse 3
When it's late at night I fiend, fuckin's like Dairy Queen
When I get some, when I get some, when I get some I scream
Fuckin's like my rock n roll, will I quit it, "fuck no!"
Roll a doobie, roll a doobie, pass it all around yo
Find your best friend, punch him in the face
Have another drink, shot, beer, have another taste
Ex ol lady got her new boyfriend wither,
grab ya phone and send him a picture of your weiner in her
get Em, got Em, good. Gotta get Em while they're hot, ain't looking for a keeper
Don't care to find a g spot
Chorus
If ya know what I mean, you've been studyin,
Gotta md, gotcha doctorate in stumbling
Little LSD in ya mushroom tea
Ya got a master of philosophy, and you can speak geometry
And I been collectin gettin arrested
Felony misdemeanor civil infraction
i been to court enough times, ain't no liar
Judge calls me Mr. B! Davis esquire
Lotta late nights, Gotta PhD in partyin'
Ya gonna have to fight, to get a phd in partyin
Coulda been a doctor with specialty in everything
Didn't fuck around gotta PhDs in partyin
Verse 4
Did a bomb go off? There's bodies lyin' everywhere
Hot fuckin' chicks passed out in their underwear
Beer cans littered, getting watered by the sprinkler
Woke up next to someone but I don't quite remember her
Woulda took a look but I was scared what was under there
Coulda been a 10 or bitch named Bertha
Rubbers in the ashtray, used, lyin next to her
Heads fuckin poundin', but no burnin' in my weiner
It's time to wake up, stayed up playin tippy cup with you but I never threw up
16, 17, 18, 19! Doing key stands til 6 in the mornin
So what we gonna do? We gotta pocket full of rubbers like snoop dogg says to
Just turn off the lights and close the door. We'll sleep it off in 24
Chorus
If ya know what I mean, you've been studyin,
Gotta md, gotcha doctorate in stumbling
Little LS
