Dave's Posessed Hair/ It's What We're All About

Ever get the feeling no one's got your back

Caught up in themselves livin' lies besides the fact

Somehow you're going on an opposite track

As we recover from another social heart attack

You think you see between the lines

But you can't see through dollar signs

So sick and tasteless now

Immature and faceless how

Can I even sleep at night, you ask

You say you're a pacifist

Instead you wave your fist

And all the while it becomes the end again

Make up your mind cause I can't decide

You think uniqueulism makes you dignified

You can't see with half opened eyes

You think you're standing up instead you're falling far behind

You think you see between the lines

But you can't see through dollar signs

So sick and tasteless now

Immature and faceless how

Can I even sleep at night, you ask

You say you're pacifist

But you wave your fist

And all the while it becomes the end again

What I do is what I choose which makes it my decision

If your life was a book your story would be fiction

IT"S WHAT WERE ALL ABOUT:

Nevertheless am I dressed for the occasion

It's number 32 now heres the situation

If the beat moves your feet then don't change the station

hope you're ready 'cause were leavin' on a permanent vaction

Well, I'm a disaster, A microphone master

Put on the tape I'll rock your ghetto blaster

It's not about the money, cars, hotels, or resort

It's 'bout sweatin all the bitches in the biker shorts

I'm Hot Chocklit and you see me runnin' late

'Cause I'm always makin' time to make your girlie feel great

And I'm Bizzy D from way downtown

I'm known to rock a mic like a king with a crown

When I'm on top I'm gonna borrow that booty

Hustlin' deals like Mickey Macootee

When I wake up I like a pound of bacon

Start off the day with my arteries shakin'

Rock! It's what we're all about

It's what we live for, come on shout it out

4x

See me in 3-D I'm comin' outta direct

With a dialect most men in science can't disect

Dormant sense of worry, and then a sense of loss

And I fiend to blow off steam and get my cream

Sum 41 get wild, I get frantic

And every time we spit it the world panics

I think I've lost my my mind

While I'm aiming for the coup

And Sum 41, just ain't about a loop

Ring-a-ling-ling, Ding-Dong, Tic-Toc

Shit it's all about rap, and we be all about rock