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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Donny Mathis
Donny Mathis
Guitar
Big Boi
Big Boi
Lead Vocals
Sleepy Brown
Sleepy Brown
Background Vocals
Tori Alamaze
Tori Alamaze
Background Vocals
Chanz Parkman
Chanz Parkman
Keyboards
Hornz Unlimited
Hornz Unlimited
Horn
Debra Killings
Debra Killings
Bass Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Carlton Mahone
Carlton Mahone
Songwriter
Antwan Patton
Antwan Patton
Songwriter
Donny Mathis
Donny Mathis
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Carl Mo
Carl Mo
Producer
Big Boi
Big Boi
Co-Producer
John Frye
John Frye
Mixing Engineer
Warren Bletcher
Warren Bletcher
Assistant Engineer
Bernie Grundman
Bernie Grundman
Mastering Engineer

Letras

Hold up, yeah Ooo, ooo, somebody done told you wrong Thought it wasn't gone gone end off like that there huh? Hot, too hot, too hot Too motherfucking hot Hot motherfucking tub Give me a back rub Oh I ain't mean to say bitch, I'm sorry, I apologize I'm sorry, I take that back I ain't gone call you no bitch no more, okay? OK, I started out alone Cause my baby mama left me Now there's nobody at home Beginning to feel like Mrs. Jackson done got cloned Well it's some real shit and I'm living it through this song A moving vehicle took my family As I slept out on the sofa in the Boom Boom Room I woke up very upset! I throw the covers back and peek out of the draperies My daughter, my baby, my baby mama all escaping me Like a - in the wind, she was my friend Like Princess D. before she died Therefore we tried and tried again But in the end you pay attention to the pluses But the minuses behind make it seem like you can't win Throw your neck out, throw your back out Throw your neck out, throw your back out Throw your neck out, throw your back out Throw your neck out, throw your back out Round two, a single parent, what is Big to do? Throw a party? Not hardly, I'm tryin to stay up outta that womb Or that p-u-s-s uss! I said uss Luther Vandross couldn't make a home out of this house that we smooshed Smashed, pushed to the limit! Smash and turned it timid And everyone was suffering, the house was feeling wicked The cat got sold, the dog got old, the food got cold Both of our tempers were on swole For the most part you fuss, fight, fart You build it up to break it down and now take it from the start Repeatedly leading a path that only ends in a clash Of two stubborn minds, grown folks blind to the sign Throw your neck out, throw your back out Throw your neck out, throw your back out Throw your neck out, throw your back out Throw your neck out, throw your back out K-O, knocked out by technicality The love has kissed the canvas Now the whole family is mad at me My daughter don't want me at her PTA meetings And then my son he can't talk, when I change him he's peeing I think he's pissed I can't dismiss the matter of the fact because he saw you and me argue Now the energy is coming back Set an example, a positive pattern, keep life on track But I'm married to the music and committed to the wax Tapes, CDs Baby please, you make me wanna scream You're on my team starting first string so why are we arguing? Tapes, CDs Baby please, you make me wanna scream You're on my team starting first string so why are we arguing? Throw your fucking neck out, throw your back out Throw your neck out, throw your back out Throw your neck out, throw your back out Throw your neck out, throw your back out Tapes, CDs Baby please, you make me wanna scream You're on my team starting first string so why are we arguing? Tapes, CDs Baby please, you make me wanna scream You're on my team starting first string so why are we arguing? Throw your fucking neck out, throw your back out Throw your neck out, throw your back out Throw your neck out, throw your back out Throw your neck out, throw your back out
Writer(s): Antwan Patton, Carlton Jr. Mahone, Donny E. Mathis Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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