The man that lives under me
He's like the singing boogie man
It's like clock work at 7 am I hear him kick up his vocal cords
Words that don't cut like a two edge sword cuz the Word is the ultimate truth
Sometimes I feel like I'm in the sound booth w/ him
Hearing every note and rift
I mean he did warn me he was a singer
But I wasn't ready for this ringer at 7am
Sometimes it feels like an army of a thousand men under my bed
Sound waves moving towards my head bringing me out of my precious slumber
Blunder
Shaking
Oh why must this man wake me at 7am
I didn't ask for this
I'm not a morning person
But forreal I can't even be mad cuz he sounds like Frank Sinatra
"I'll Never Smile Again" on a good day maybe
Maybe I'll say something
Maybe I won't
But I don't know if I can continue to be woken up at 7am
Jun 2, 2013
Jun 2, 2013 at 4:25 PM UTC
The man that lives under me
He's like the singing boogie man
It's like clock work at 7 am I hear him kick up his vocal cords
Words that don't cut like a two edge sword cuz the Word is the ultimate truth
Sometimes I feel like I'm in the sound booth w/ him
Hearing every note and rift
I mean he did warn me he was a singer
But I wasn't ready for this ringer at 7am
Sometimes it feels like an army of a thousand men under my bed
Sound waves moving towards my head bringing me out of my precious slumber
Blunder
Shaking
Oh why must this man wake me at 7am
I didn't ask for this
I'm not a morning person
But forreal I can't even be mad cuz he sounds like Frank Sinatra
"I'll Never Smile Again" on a good day maybe
Maybe I'll say something
Maybe I won't
But I don't know if I can continue to be woken up at 7am
