I know you're never gonna call back

Baby, it ain't all bad when you're busy

We take our chances on the weekend

Is this a feeling that we'll miss?

But here comes, here comes

The week, the week

I try to just do me

It tends to backfire, you see

Give you a glance

I'll fix you a drink

Before it reaches your hands

It's down the kitchen sink

Yeah

But hey

I learned two people never feel the same way

Somewhere on Belle Isle

I noticed your eyes were ablaze

And ever since I've been a fool

To pretend you're okay

Yeah

We're too inebriated to keep on bowling

So let's head back into town

In the kitchen, freestyle

Pete Rock on the beat

The beat rock. I'm like Jay

This the ROC

We burn another, we're brothers

Through I met you last night

It feels like we from the same mother

The dark sky makes the moon shine loud

We pile into the Chevy

And gang out to Waffle House (wooh!)

You shuffle over to me

I can tell something's on your mind

Last time we talked was when

No one was left for you to confide in

And then you look at me and say

"Pourquoi on désire ardemment telle misère existential ?"

Well

C'est un bon question

Bring it right back

Chillin back at the house

Yeah you told him his story

He told you what he's about

Said you wanna go up to my room

"Can you play me a tune?"

He got another things coming to that motherfucking room

Though you know once I cried

Him a river in your bottle

Drank a little bit

Now you're going full throttle

Don't take to me nice

I like it when you're mean, when you-

(Dan!)