Its the hottest night of summer
they say record breaking highs
run down joint filled up
and not one of us dry
playin hard blues electric
got us all in a trance
this band cant be stopped
not a choice but to dance
now thats when i saw her
fine *** lisa brown
if the band cast a spell
then she channeled that sound
and if you aint heard
shes a legend round town
once broke a mans neck
just walkin around
calling me over
as the bass picks up pace
a squint and a smile
without thought i give chase
eyes trained on my prize
on the hunt like a hound
better stay out my way
or ill run yo *** down
just when i reach her
aint no time for words
she takes my hand
and shows off her curves
her hips sway freely
to the bands slow soul
losing my mind in her grind
i tell her lets go
we open the door
and there stands her man
badge on his chest
and a bat in his hand
boys at his back
too many to fight
but he calls her a *****
so i send him my right
blood from my mouth
and a bruise on my core
i reach in my pocket
and pull my shiny.44
With a shot in the air
the whole bar panics
we make our escape
and speed off in my caddy
in the morning they caught me
spent a few years in jail
all those letters from lisa
helped me survive in that hell
sometimes people ask me
"was she worth all that time?"
I just look em in the eye and say
"EVERY MOTHA ****** NIGHT!"
Aug 14, 2016
Aug 14, 2016 at 6:39 PM UTC
Its the hottest night of summer
they say record breaking highs
run down joint filled up
and not one of us dry
playin hard blues electric
got us all in a trance
this band cant be stopped
not a choice but to dance
now thats when i saw her
fine *** lisa brown
if the band cast a spell
then she channeled that sound
and if you aint heard
shes a legend round town
once broke a mans neck
just walkin around
calling me over
as the bass picks up pace
a squint and a smile
without thought i give chase
eyes trained on my prize
on the hunt like a hound
better stay out my way
or ill run yo *** down
just when i reach her
aint no time for words
she takes my hand
and shows off her curves
her hips sway freely
to the bands slow soul
losing my mind in her grind
i tell her lets go
we open the door
and there stands her man
badge on his chest
and a bat in his hand
boys at his back
too many to fight
but he calls her a *****
so i send him my right
blood from my mouth
and a bruise on my core
i reach in my pocket
and pull my shiny.44
With a shot in the air
the whole bar panics
we make our escape
and speed off in my caddy
in the morning they caught me
spent a few years in jail
all those letters from lisa
helped me survive in that hell
sometimes people ask me
"was she worth all that time?"
I just look em in the eye and say
"EVERY MOTHA ****** NIGHT!"