Lyrics Sir Michael Rocks

Sir Michael Rocks

Madness

[Hook]

All this madness – shopping bags with some shit froms Saks Fifth

Please don’t think that you won’t f**k around and get your ass kicked

Cool shit, keep a smile – bad chick, cheeks is out

I just hope this movie that we make gon’ be a classic

You know life keep passing, them lights keep flashing

You know life keep passing, it might speed past ya

‘Cause life keep passing, them lights keep flashing

And these nights keep lasting, I might not last it

[Verse 1: Rocks]

I’m stupid faded with your lady watchin’ Paid In Full

She said she wanna have my baby, but I ain’t a fool

Bitch you crazy, please don’t call off your engagement

This is all for entertainment, don’t be fallin’ for the same script

And I’m blowin’ my money ’cause Miami is sunny

And my girls’ve been good, they don’t want nothin’ from me

They just lovin’ my aura, so I take ‘em down to Florida

You just can’t afford it, that’s why you never explored it

(That clique form, be doin’ the most)?

(It’s jammed up, I’ll shoot my side)?

I’m layin’ up, I’m scoring one

Kind of like some sort of gun

Passin’ out the acid tabs, ’cause I’ll probably take me some

You mad at the money ’cause you probably just ain’t makin’ none

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Mac]

All I see is big lights, New York City nights, how I pictured life

Go down to Atlanta where them bitches sniff that chipper white

Drugs, drugs, rubber, drugs – like to love, but love to f**k

Livin’ in the lives, nothing to her, coming from a trust

Fund, late as f**k, and I’ve been through 80 blunts

Got a bunch of blonde girls around me, they the Brady Bunch

I’m throwin’ vinyl at your head, bitch, I’m breaking records

I had to get it now, wasn’t ’bout to wait forever

So if I’m talkin’ ’bout the times, that mean I’m having some

Won’t you stop hating? Get your ass up and go have you one

Concrete, pave the way – go ahead and make my day

Glass of chardonnay, that’s in your face, bitch

[Hook]

[Bridge: Both]

Young as hell – rich as f**k

Set it down – pick it up

We ain’t goin’ nowhere

Nope, you can’t get rid of us

Young as hell – rich as f**k

Set it down – pick it up

We ain’t goin’ nowhere

Nope, you can’t get rid of us

Young as hell – rich as f**k

Set it down – pick it up

We ain’t goin’ nowhere

Nope, you can’t get rid of us

Young as hell – rich as f**k

Set it down – pick it up

We ain’t goin’ nowhere

Nope, you can’t get rid of us

[Hook]