Sum 41 Lyrics

Album: Unknown

What We're 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 

Now pack your bags cause you're leaving on a permanent vacation 

Well, I'm a disaster 

A microphone master 

Put on a tape I'll rock your ghetto blaster 

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

It's about sweating all the bitches in the biker shorts 

Now I'm Dave Brown Sound 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 gonna borrow that bootie 

Hustling deals like Mickey Macoote

When I wake up I like a pound of bacon

Start off the day with my arteries shaking

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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 the 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 breakdance

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's on the prowl as the poon patrol!

Chorus X4

Well it's a point of confusion, I'm makin' one thing clear

and the rock we're bringin' is gonna install fear

And the power we control should be up here

We sold our souls to satan 2 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 when 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 it with a kung fu grip (wah!)

Well the goon platoon is on the breaks the tip?

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,

But at least its something, new kings - of - rock!

It's what we're all about

It's what we live for, cmon shout it out!

Chorus