Sum 41 Lyrics

Album: Unknown

It's What Were All About Lyrics

Nevertheless am I dressed for the occasion 

It’s number 32 now here’s the situation 

If the beat moves your feet then don’t change the station 

NowPack your bags cause you’re leaving on a permanent vacation 

Well, I’m a disaster 

A microphone master 

Put on the tape I'll rock your ghetto blaster 

It’s not about the money, cars, hotels, or resorts

About sweating all the bitches in the biker shorts 

I’m Hot Chocolate and you see me running late 

Cause I’m always making time to make your girlie feel great 

And I’m Bizzy D from way down town

I’m known to rock a mic like a king wears a crown 

When I’m on top I’m get up all that bootie 

Hustling deals like Mickey Macooty

When I wake up I like a pound of bacon

Start off the day with my arteries shaking

(Chorus) x2

Rock! It's what we're all about

It's what we live for

C'mon shout it out

Well I bring down the house in every city we play

Just from pickin' up the mic' in a usual way

We rock and talk with a bass that's funny

We could even tear it up at a grade school party

Well I can keep the beat but I can't break dance

It's hard to look cool in crazy pants

But I wear 'em anyway even when they look whack

It's my personal way to bring the 80's back

Gave up the life of servin' burger and fries

High cholesterol gettin' grease in my eyes

I was drinkin' underage I belong on stage

Hello rock 'n' roll goodbye minimum wage

I'm teachin' you a lesson in mic' control

Makin' rhymes with my letters in my cereal bowl

Lucky number seven every dice I roll

Sum 41 to the power as the boob patrol

Chorus & Guitar Solo

Well let's avoid confusion by makin' one thing clear

That the rock we're bringin' is gonna instill fear

And the power we control should be revered

We sold our soul to Satan two times last year

Take a look to the point, to the point I'm makin'

We rock the ever with a so-called bacon

And we get outta hand and bust up the room

JD is to blame for the Legion of Doom

'Cause I'm the B-I double Z-Y

You ain't better than me, I ain't your average guy

I like to watch girls shake with a kung fu grip

Well the goon platoon is on the flavor trip

We beat down London, we slayed LA

Got an APB on the jams we play

So when you're on the stage cold grabbin' your cock

We release something the new kings of rock

Chorus x 2