: Punch-drunk intoxication There are jackals in power who feed on frustration Sheer will you move it or lose it There's power in numbers when are we
baby When we do it like we don't want it to end It's 3PM we gon do it again. [Chorus] [x2:] Come on girl let's go To punch the lands unknown We can
(feat. Kanye West) Come on Come on Come on Come one Come on girl lets Goooo [Chorus - Kanye West] Hey baby Am I crazy Or was u giving me the eye
pressed the seven sequenced silver panic buttons, the distress calls that fall on a distracted short-wave signal. a metronome timed to my panic stricken
siren's serenade Could have been the comeback kid The southpaws' legend glove to fill No shadow boxer but the one A true contender for the crown Now this punch drunk
You know I rock microphones Like they got back bones And I'll roll on your shore like some bisquit dough Yea you study writin' styles off the next man
punch and kick and punch and kick and punch and kick and punch Who's you friend? Who's your friend? Where's your friend? I guess he'd rather be punch
car? Please forgive my lack of information, I'm punch drunk and I need to find a way back home it'll be a miracle I'm having trouble seeing, I'm punch drunk
Punch-drunk intoxication There are jackals in power who feed on frustration Sheer will you move it or lose it There's power in numbers when are we gonna
your punch-drunk love Knock me out Hit me with your punch-drunk love Just hit me with your punch Hit me with your punch-drunk love Punch-drunk love Just
listening for every drop of sweat that it takes to speak out in wonder never knowing how or when to duck next just sitting here punch drunk, all the
You think I'm pretty without any make-up on You think I'm funny when I tell the punch line wrong I know you get me, so I let my walls come down, down
to go berserk To see the end of all wars To see the end of the Earth VERSE: 3 Stopping at nothing, punch drunk From the blood that he's tasted Tearing
yeah yeah yeah, yeahhhh la la la la la la i love you so much i wanna light you on fire show you how hot you are i want you so bad, i wanna punch you
street Slant back Cadillac About five niggaz deep Seventy five MC's Freestyling to the beat 'Cause we get crunk Stay drunk at the club Should've bought
that I would just give you my story Forever I'm thuggin', it's the only thang for me Been shot, stabbed, kicked, punched, every night, gettin' drunk
' on the boulevard, actin' a fool Trippin' on the broads at the old school Music bumpin' hard, never turnin' it down Trunk super tight with surround-by sound Paint job crackin' 'cause the punch