The Metal Age
[Timbaland]
Uhh! .. Uhh!
C'mon, c'mon, ah c'mon, ah c'mon
Catch me on a, backroad, or cookin in your momma's house
In your daughter's guts, or just spazzin out
Me and Bubba know what the hell we talkin 'bout
Pickin up Betty's like they was beans and brussel sprouts
We got the clout to make you bounce a little
We got the clout to make you down this pickle, until you gettin tickled
C'mon Bubba let's surround this biddle
While you work the back bit Timbaland work the middle
Uh-oh, uh-oh! I see ya see ya smile
Uh-oh, uh-oh! Down come
Absent Friends
I didn't believe all the things
that I'd heard about you
I couldn't believe all the things
that I'd heard were true
and then you took me for a ride
I started on my downward slide
you wouldn't believe all the measures
that I've been through
I should've believed
all the things that I'd were true
I put my coat as the time-bell rings
I give a shiver as the day begins
you put your spell on me
and I can't shake you free
so let's drink to absent friends
my insides are crying out as I walk alone
a body without a soul looking for a home
another hold in my expensive shoe
another shiver as the rain comes through
you put your spell on me
and I can't shake you free
so let's drink to absent friends
you put your spell on me
and I can't shake you free
so let's drink to absent friends
between the benches nd the swinging door
I've walked that route a million
times or more
so just remember, when you look away
I climb a mountain every single day
you put your spell on me
and I can't shake you free
so let's drink to absent friends
you put your spell on me
and I can't shake you free
so let's drink to absent friends