Billy Joel

Kato on the track Party in the front Tornado in the back I got 80 on the sack Then I throw it to my boy Tom Brady with the pass Set a trend, make him sick and than I feed them medicine Pick apart the beat, like people pick apart the president Home is where the heart is, that's a different type of residence I don't hear him knocking If I did, I wouldn't let him in You gotta go, you gotta, you gotta, you gotta go, You gotta go, you gotta, you gotta, you gotta go How you supposed to know about it? I murder every beat I'm on I got no control about it I could make a million songs Fa-La, la, la, la, la, pardon me ma'am Ill pick you up at 9, but I'm already on 10 Ohh Where have y'all been I can hear em screaming, but f*ck that I can't hear them cause I'm busy dreaming Fa-La, la, la, la, la, I'll chunk the deuces I'll be the one to go so damn stupid No don't do it Each time it blows over, I'm one step closer to a superman soldier DA DA DA DA Who's the man now, what do you demand now? I don't think you ever been sober DA DA DA DA How you supposed to taper off the drugs? When you always penetrate the plug? How you supposed to taper off the drugs When you always penetrate the plug That's a poor connection, I don't want any more affection That's a poor connection, I don't want any more affection Fa-la la la la Okay, let me hear it back Let go of my demons and I finally got my spirit back Ego, we know, did a disappearing act Eighty thou in the crowd, I know you're hearing that You already know, that's what my goals be Fourth quarter drive and I'm always in OT Yippee-kayay I gotta climb slowly I shoot my shot like Kobe Okay, who's gotta go? I'm on the road in my own pot of gold For now I'm a man that nobody knows And that's fine by me, cause your boy gotta grow How you supposed to know about it I murder every beat I'm on I got no control about it I could make a million songs Fa-la la la la la pardon me ma'am I'll pick you up at nine, but I'm already on ten Kato on the track Party in the front Tornado in the back I got 80 on the sack Then I throw it to my boy Tom Brady with the pass Set a trend, make him sick and than I feed them medicine Pick apart the beat, like people pick apart the president Home is where the heart is, that's a different type of residence I don't hear him knocking If I did, I wouldn't let him in