[Verse 1]
I cut your brakes, won't ya cut my mouth?
I caught ya moving, trying to up and go south
Well I really wanna shake those hips
But I can't get past those lips
What's the deal, what ya working with?
Takes a week just to think about it
Well I really can't get the club mad
If I really can't get the club led
And I gotta find a way around it
And I can't get past those lips
[Verse 2]
It's about time to pull your punch
About time to pull your punch
Now you're gonna be listening
I don't think you're listening
I caught a girl probably sucking on bricks [?]
And I caught her with the Robo-Grip
Smile bliss and you tell me it's just a joke
But now you're fishing with the businessman
And we gotta keep our electric
But I can't get past that lip
[Verse 3]
Well ya gotta find a way to get me out of this town
'Cuz it's the one keeping me going round and round
I've come to terms with this
But I'm never getting past those lips