Beat Goes On Songtext
von Chill Bump

Where I′m from, clubs are for losers
Country bums, clueless youngens n' cougars
Drunk dudes, dummies n′ whores
And who the fuck fucks with the music?
Clowns know the bouncer, high five G
They're showing off tats in their tight white Tee
They've been to the gym and hope dimes might see
Like which bitch ain′t down to fuck a guy like me?

And bitches got them bimbo looks
Men gone push then throw hooks
To get up in a nympho′s bush Uh
These silly jerks are real alert, finna flurt
With any girl with curves that twerks in a mini skirt
Shit's too predictable
It′s quarter passed two and ain't shit to do
Cause every bar′s closed, I just laugh and shrug
And head to that one, wack ass club


Club night spot is fucking packed
Hotties looking dumb, bopping to the tracks
Drunk fools queue up to cop another jack
Me? I'm judging everybody from the back

And the beat goes on
And the beat goes on
And the beat goes on
And the beat goes on

Here′s what I can't put up with
Rookie DJs and that pull up shit (Pull up)
Pull up, shit It's been a minute and you should have quit
With that very fake vibe, I think you should never play live
We′ve heard family affair from Mary J Blidge twenty eight times
I suggest you play Fela, play Nas, some merry J-five

Surprise the folks I really don′t get it
Nobody wanna hear hits and radio edits
And you ain't spinning no records
Your phoney mp3 mix, it ain′t getting no credit
I just wanna sip a brew
But every other bar's closed and ain′t shit to do
So I put up with it, I just laugh and shrug
And spend the night in this wack ass club


Club night spot is fucking packed
Hotties looking dumb, bopping to the tracks
Drunk fools queue up to cop another jack
Me? I'm judging everybody from the back

And the beat goes on
And the beat goes on
And the beat goes on
And the beat goes on

I might vomit and trip
I might fall in a ditch
I′ve got a wife at home but I might follow a bitch
Why fall in a trap?
Why always get pissed?
Why drink one last drink I ought to resis
And I've gotta admit, I like swallowing cris
But why bother buy a bottle of piss, for five dollars a sip?
Why empty my wallet for this?
I'll always end up wanting more like Oliver Twist

Spending twenty minutes, frustrated, waiting in line
(It′s just a waste of time)
You think you bout to get in, but the bouncer won′t make up his mind
(It's just a waste of time)
Spending half your paycheck to get a drink with a friend
(It′s just a waste of time)
You bought a shirt to get in, but know you'll never wear it again
(It′s just a waste of time)

Club night spot is fucking packed (hey, ooh)
Hotties looking dumb, bopping to the tracks (hey, ooh)
Drunk fools queue up to cop another jack (hey, ooh)
Me? I'm judging everybody from the back (hey, ooh)
Me? I′m judging everybody from the back (hey, ohh, hey)
Me? I'm judging everybody from the back

And the beat goes on
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