Light some candles, draw a bath, baby...
Losers. Guitars. Lyrics.
ScrubLife - We're better than sticking a nail through your foot.....sorta.
I deleted Haggard because I don't like it, and there's a new, final version of Plea Bargin up.
Ok, kids, it's finally fuckin here.
The album you and Wilferd Brimley have been waiting for;
The Cripes LP
17 songs depicting what it's like to be a lame-ass like myself, and all the things that float through my head daily as I avoid holding an actual job and any responsability what so ever. I so spelt responsibility wrong just then. Hell, probably did there, too.
Ditch the old mp3s you may have, cuz this is all brand new, and re-demoed, it'll be this way until I get the actual studio album done. I know, you're salivaiting....
So check out all the new joints, and all the classics. If it's your first time here, check'em all out. I'm the champ, and this shit just kicks ass, bottom line.
Story behind the song
This song has had so many reincarnations. It all started about 3 years ago, with former SL member, Lametard. We went into this local studio to record an EP, and we had to write some songs. Well, I Love You turned out to be just one of them, and it was really our only good tune. The chorus is internationaly know, so happen to be the opening lines of my first verse. Those came to me when I was walking to my car after coming out of a mall, and I saw this fat bitch sqwaking to her friend about how her boyfriend was a dick and he was trying to make up with flowers or some shit So I said to myself, "I wouldn't bring you flowers, cuz you act like a bitch", and tadow.
Lyrics
I don't bring you flowers, cuz you act like a bitch
And your shit needs to stop, why you always gotta talk?
And hey, if bitches never bitched, they'd have nothng to say
the world would be a greater place
it's your face, and your body that I'm after
play it like an actor, listen to you babble, ramble on about you
well, fuck what you're into, and well, that's what I'm trying to do
cuz all that you're into is you
ain't no reform here dear, I ain't no player, or a pimp
I'm still that gimp, who ain't getting shit
Dismissed by those except for those, who don't break my jaw
you know, the ones fat enough to be considered a minage e taw
Very well, but don't expect me to go longer than 30 seconds
But 30 seconds of perfection, not for you
for me honey, that's why we're doing this thing
you never knew this thing, cuz if you did you'd get lost
drop kick your shit out in the street, bitch I'm trying to sleep
Turn on Conan before you leave, alright, good night, cripes
Yo, I know we stay together for the sex, just stay on your side of the bed
Chorus:
When I'm drunk and I'm stone, all alone, quater past two
Callin you up, cuz baby, I love you
Yo chick, why you gotta act all inane
Acting like oil changes, aren't a fun date
or sitting in my room with the video games
you're such a fucking bore, why you so damn lame, yo?
Remember Denny's, when I got us 2 for 1?
That was a cool ass night, I had alot of fun
But you were still bitching, all down and out
So what I ate both meals? It's the thought that counts
On the phone bitching, I don't see you enough
Slut, you see me plently like once every six months
Bitches alwyas bitching, cuz they are never happy
Well, keep on dreaming, cuz you could never land me
and even if I did I could let you braid my back hair, you'd still act crappy
That shit's blasphmey
I'm not half-assin this relationship
I went into this giving it 36 percent and
you won't relent and, you're hell bent
on me not pulling wrestling moves, slamming you to the pavement
I've been paitent, from the very start
I didn't deck you when you thought we shouldn't watch Die Hard
Or when I got in that fist fight, with your friend
Oh my god, you were seething
But it's her fault, she talked while I was breathing
Look, I'm not sorry, but, to make it up you can still do my laundry
Chorus:
When I'm drunk and I'm stone, all alone, quater past two
Callin you up, cuz baby, I love you
