What I Want Lyrics & Tabs by Funkoars
What I Want
guitar chords lyrics
I don't dance,
I don't jump,
I don't front,
I do the fuck what I want.
Pressure, tired as fuck lining up,
It's getting old, it's cold and half the night is up.
And you wonder why fights erupt, wisen up,
Mr. Door Bitch let me inside the club.
With his gelled hair, tight pants, silky shirt, man fag.
Let me in soon or I'mma piss in your hand bag.
What's he gonna do if he gets bashed in the streets?
He ain't a bouncer, (What?) he's just the fashion police. (Oh!)
You know whats tragic, a girl stops traffic,
You let her in, stop a bloke, that's a cock block faggot.
Get a sweater for my dress code,
You know whats tragic, a girl stops traffic,
You let her in, stop a bloke, that's a cock block faggot.
Get a sweater for my dress code,
What you suggest, yo, matching knitted sweaters with my best bros?
An entry pass, give me entry fast,
Before your head comes acquainted with an empty glass.
Clubs and bad pussy are one and the same,
After I talk my way in I'm never coming again.
I don't dance,
When the DJ sweats me.
I don't jump,
When the MC begs me.
I don't front, And there is no cop,
I do the fuck what I want.
Mr. Trials, grubby in a club with a nice shirt,
Tryin' to find a honey with some money and a nice purse.
I'm on a bender and broke won't stop us,
So I hobble to a rich bitch as thick as their wallet,
Promised the world to this girl then I'd get her heart racing.
Sip into sick pints and I'm always sayin' same shit.
I need a drink like Mick Jagger needs a hit,
I need a drink like Angelina needs to leave her lips.
I'm at my peace when I'm pissed, if I get a drink,
Tell a chick whatever I gotta tell her to make her my bank teller.
I'ma rank fella, in need of Jesus juice, Jesus Christ would I need to do.
Stop the whole girl flattery thing,
People buy it better when you walk around with charity tins,
Now say I'm fucked from birth, find a girl with purse that bulge and drinking problem solved.
I don't dance,
When the DJ sweats me.
I don't jump,
When the MC begs me.
I don't front, And there is no cop,
I do the fuck what I want.
Hons one the last dude who wants to check your track.
For real, what you think I'm about to press it up on ear wax?
I doubt that, man that's one thing I hate when cats spitting in ya ear like it's ness in '58.
I wanna tell 'em get fucked, I came hear to get drunk,
And throw game like bad losers that's run out of luck.
But yet I'm stuck feeling awkward, with some cats spittin' his flavor in my ear like Craig Mac was in my Walkman.
I'd rather shit talk and at least I'd get a word in,
And not some rapper's dinner all floating in my bourbon.
And when he's spittin', I ain't even listening,
I came to see the live set not a pop star audition.
And I couldn't really care about the shit you write,
And if I want my ear chewed then I'd go toe to toe with Tyson.
And if you're offended, I ain't tryin' to be harsh,
I'll hear your shit when it drops so leave me at the fucking bar.
I don't dance,
When the DJ sweats me.
I don't jump,
When the MC begs me.
I don't front, And there is no cop,
I do the fuck what I want.
Suffa, standing at the bar 'cause I wanna shout, a round.
Getting ignored so I had to pull my wallet out, I'm down,
With the fact that you wanna get some play bro,
But you've been serving chicks while I've been standing here like, "'ey yo".
Don't take all day bro, stop that weak shit.
That girl don't want you, that bitch wants a free drink.
Now I'm getting shitted out, this cat would've bought the bitter out,
If I was a broad and walked in with my titties out.
Oh, this bar tender thinks he can get these girls tipsy,
In hopes of a wristy.
On the real son, try make me feel dumb.
If I can't buy a fucking drink I'ma steal one.
And spit liquor on the bar to set it on fire.
Half price drinks is what it said on the flier.
But I can't even get served man, yeah that's chill.
Ignore me all night I'ma rip off ya till.
I don't dance,
When the DJ sweats me.
I don't jump,
When the MC begs me.
I don't front, And there is no cop,
I do the fuck what I want.
Uncle Sesta, rolling up already half cut.
Bouncer still mad as a mother fucker from last month.
I've done fucked up tequila, lethal.
Have me stealin' and screamin' and feeling up a beater vehicle.
Name's at the door, chill bro I'm good.
"What's your name?",
"I'm Debris from the Hilltop Hoods", (How ya doin?)
Post myself with the drinks facing a sick shit hanging off my lip,
while I'm chasing a bitch.
Don't buy her a drink, give 'em a fly or a wink,
See ya at my show next week. (Oohhh)
Before I touched the whore,
She bounced When her fat friend turned around like, "He's a Funkoar!". (Slut!)
Called to the bar, now pour all of my shots, but, 4 bucks is all that I got.
Fuck this I'ma bail,
'Cause a lot of fans want me to sign their chest, but they're males.
I don't dance,
When the DJ sweats me.
I don't jump,
When the MC begs me.
I don't front, And there is no cop,
I do the fuck what I want.
I don't dance,
I don't jump,
I don't front,
I do the fuck what I want.
"Once I had a love",
"Kissed him every morning",
"Then one day my love",
"Left with no warning...".
