clip for you strange niggaz Click clack, get back 'fore you niggaz feel that Click clack, get back 'fore you niggaz feel that Click clack, get back 'fore you niggaz feel that Click
She's a yellow pair of running shoes A holey pair of jeans She looks great in cheap sunglasses She looks great in anything She's 'I want a piece of chocolate
If I could write a letter to me And send it back in time to myself at 17 First, I'd prove it's me by saying look under your bed There's a Skoal can and
She put him out like the burnin' end of a midnight cigarette She broke his heart, he spent his whole life tryin' to forget We watched him drink his pain
I work down at the Pizza Pit And I drive an old Hyundai I still live with my mom and dad I'm 5 foot 3 and overweight I'm a sci-fi fanatic, a mild asthmatic
Sittin' on a bench at West Town Mall He sat down in his overalls and asked me "You waitin' on a woman?" I nodded, yeah and said, "How 'bout you" He said
and thinks they're cool and exotic, what a notch he'd make in her belt! But, of course, it all comes down to Mandingo cliche. And he calls her on it.In
the knot unwind And I say what I say when I know There's really nothing left to say Then I play that old cliche Throw away that old cliche
I'm in the clique, I'm in the clique I'm really slick, I know every trick And I can get a chick, 'cause I'm in the clique Get your greasy hands off the
this way Life is just a cliche I'm gonna do tomorrow What I did yesterday It's such a dull routine, somebody cut this scene It's such a boring cliche
Life is just a cliché. I'm gonna do tomorrow What I did yesterday. It's such a dull routine, Somebody cut this scene, It's such a boring clich
'm trapped in a familiar place. 'Cause it's the same cliche. Tired of the same cliche. Girl, I'm so sick of this love being the same cliche. Verse 2
up my mind, why's my mother always right, and will I make it 'till the end or will I crawl away and die. Click, Click, Boom. Click, Click Boom. Click, Click Boom. Click, Click
What they say Never really mattered to me I've been wrong Open the door, time to move on What has changed? Same old story with a new name I'm not scared
I lost myself at your show last night Looking at the sparkling eyes In the middle of a fresher crowd You keep living like you're a movie star But tell
in your eyes So I might die a happy man today Just empty out your barrel Girl, it's alright Click clack away Click clack away Click clack away Click
you said, do as I do and scrap your fey ways, dial-a-cliche Grow up, be a man and close your mealy mouth Dial-a-cliche, dial-a-cliche, dial-a-cliche
a case of a face and a place, no disgrace It's just a rhythm a syndrome It's a feeling you crave, Click track, Click track. Move at your leisure Make