Swollen Drumz on the beat. Wrote the lyrics in ONE hour, recorded right after! Eminem who?
Vancouver's finest!
True Life Records:
Deception
Endever
BJC
Story behind the song
i miss the 403
Lyrics
Where did you go my baby, my baby
check reins on the crazy horse, crazy talk on a trigger when I force you
laugh out loud on the porch you
torture, forthright, hit the porch light
in the dark I imagine
im here for the magic, i hope your not here for the Johnson
got a long ride home cuz im wanted
travel across the land, long-faced fellow from the 403
still its poor old me
have a little sipsky of my whiskey, while im getting tipsy
or is that you makin me shifty
swiftly, double check the horse. Molly is good so then ill check storm
hone in with the aperture, locked on with the scope sight
bang off her back cuz she broke right
Chorus (I dont know where you are, and I dont know what you think of me) xoxox
oh there you are, hey thats where I put youll
want my hand to get you outta that bushel
fear from the bear hide, here have a free one
I just met you now im free hun
freedom isnt under and this aint over
I want it ALL on the seawall, goin sober on the ocean
holdin onto somethin that you call devotion, only if you knew of a bigger boat
then rope-it-in smoking dope within, im breakin international law
are we the pirates or the sailors, on our way to Somalia, tryin to fondle ya
but the duct tape is restricting, try to get it off with my tongue by licking
But its sticking to my tonsils-utensils and a steak knife
havin dinner in the late night
in the moon I can see your mood is like oooooooh!
so im captured on the rack in the smokeshack
while youre tied up waiting for the sacrifice
zeitgeist warned me if only, I woulda listened
ida had 2 not 1 pot to piss in, properly dissin the head chief
got the tribe on the vibe killer sweet leaf green
thinking to myself hes on to me, but wheres my baby maybe orniary
water in the pot is boilin hot, still stuck on a stick like a pig on a spit
Head punchin wanna run for the function, no energy
cept the pineapple, indellably, stainin all my taste buds, manage to wake the buzz
that had lain dormant in my body, im free now thanks to karate
but wheres my hottie and her beautiful body,? I dont know I dont know
where did ya go my baby my baby? Dont say that I lost you
I know the feelin of duct tape was awful, but now that its off youI thought you
Could properly rock to the sound I created
80s they made me do it, and they made you too
its these simple 4 days drivin me to make ya my forte, ok
prey for the best, planning for the worst, damaging my mind with the smell of your purse
the aromas got me stoned now im a loner phonin to find ya right there on the island
HI
I could be the bye that builds the boat you could be Liza
sailin to your hearts desire
you know there aint no hole in my bucket
So we got time to be lazy babe FUCK IT!!!!
Unreal!!!!!!