VERSE: I can't believe that you're fucking him! Wait, now you say you're in love with him? Next time I see that motherfucker I'm clubbin' him Like he's a baby seal and I'm a right wing Republican... Shit! What did I do to deserve this? Everything with us was going great (on the surface). I know you used to hate on all those shirtless chickens Who slid me their digits written in cursives... Listen: None of this bitches meant shit to me They were picking me cuz I'd erupt on their tits and leave. Now I stand here with my foreskin on my sleeve Forcin' myself to believe that You didn't leave. And everything will go back to the way that it used to be You and Me in love with the same drug: TDB. But then everything got fucked up between the sheets Cuz you were working late with Him while I beat my meat. Now one lonely Ex-B I be... Sittin' all alone in the V.I.P. It's no wonder why he likes she...that's no mystery. But this prick? He's dough-ier than a Krispy Kreme! And that skid mark's future is history. I'd do you too but I'll leave that to the blistering. Chorus: You're gone and you're not coming back again Said I was the only one/Now you're back with him My credits jacked and there's pain in my back again You ruined my life...but I still want you back again Sick of the trife-ness and takin' all your crap again Calling me out/Handing out the bum rap again This dude over me? When I see him I'm attackin' him! You two make me sick...but I still want you back again Verse: Now that you're gone I'm semi-suicidal Bought a new straight razor, a loose leaf, and some Midol So I can leave the world this one last note... "I've lost all hope, and it's, and it's, and it's ALL YOUR FAULT!!!" and that's not all... You crossover daggered my heart like basketball And like Mike you were cheatin' for no reason Flirtin' with fifty-sixty-something of them a season! And I swear there will be no appeasement Cuz you're already dead to me/No need for bereavement And now it's time for me to die, God, if you see them Give her these promise rings back...she can keep them Because I DON'T NEED THEM!!! Chorus: You're gone and you're not coming back again Said I was the only one now you're back with him My credit's jacked and there's pain in my back again You ruined my life but I still want you back again! What would it take for us to get back to when All we did was laugh and make love in the apple tent? The nerves got me puffin' herb and chuggin' 'yac again You ruined my life...but I still want you back again! So take me back again Take me back again Take me back again Take me back again... Ex-Boyfriend... No options... Take me back again... Take me fucking back again... Ex-Boyfriend... I love you... Why would you do this to me? I'd do anything for you... I love you so much....

TDB: It's 3 a.m. and she still hasn't called me back She's probably with him...giving him brain in the cab of his truck And I'm so fucked...driving down 40 drunk like SPLIT: Dude! Slow down! Do you wanna get caught by the cops? TDB: I don't give a fuck! Cuz she's gone, enough's'enough And if I ever see them together in public, I'm fuckin' him up! N'ah, I'm serious! I swear to God I'm fuckin' him up! I'm f-furious, he steps to me I'm fuckin' him up! All the rest of the phone calls I'm duckin' em, what? All they do is make me depressed and feel down on my luck And this other clown she's with dog, he's clownin' as fuck! SPLIT: I know man! You told me that. Shut the fuck up! Let's get some tacos...turn left on Skinker... Dude...slow down...you forgot to use your blinker... TDB: (Then, Boop! Boop!) Red and Blues flashin Fuck! Squalet! Toss the apple, hide the beer cans SPLIT: What the hell do I do with this? TDB: I don't know...shove it down your pants... Things are spinnin'....things are spinnin'... My heartbeat starts to quicken Tell myself to pay attention, sit up straight, and listen Splitface is flippin'...God don't let me go to prison!!! Chorus: I always thought that we'd eventually get married Have some puppies and live close to our parents Tour all over the states and then the world With our eyes wide open and my Private School Girl, like TDB: Now he's got me walkin' a straight line, heel to toe Makes me say my ABC's and holds a pen up to my nose He tells me 'follow close', while standin' on my tippy toes And then of course the Breathalyzer, Yep, I've got to blow... Then the results: Click, Point 07080902010 OOhh! That close, Oh, Wo! I better pull it together Bro! I can't believe he let me go! Well I guess when you're white there's only one way to let you know...Shit, Split hit the Taco Hell and hightail it home... Let's call some hoes Bro...Yo! Yo! You got your phone? I'd rather get some slow dome then be alone SPLIT: No, No, they're asleep, it's late, I've got to go.... TDB: What about the Eastside, Bro? You know That Shit don't ever close! SPLIT: No, I'm tired Tucker, time to take me home I've got to get some sleep and you really need to go! TDB: Sianara, Shitface Nate! I don't need you anyway... I'm heading to the Strip Club...searching for a friendly face... Chorus: Drivin' sloppy...swervin' on the yellow line... Smokin' herb and singin' at the top of my lungs... Drunk as fuck...and she won't take my calls... So now it's back to the bar...Thank God for Alcohol!! Everything is gettin' dark, My head is swimmin' Lord, if I die tonight, Please spare the Women and the Children!!! TDB: AHHHH!!!! YOU FUCKIN' BITCH!!!! YOU'RE MAKING ME DO THIS!!! AHHHH!!!! YOU FUCKING DID THIS TO ME!!! YOU DID THIS!!! YOU!!! AHHH!!! YOU FUCKING PIECE OF SHIT!!! I HATE YOU!!! IT'S BEEN YOU ALL ALONG!!! I'M GONNA KILL MYSELF!!!

[INTRO] Horns...phone ring TOTH: ...Tucker...do you know what time it is? TDB: ...Wait, wait. Lemme check...oh yeah...it's TIME TO GO EASTSIDE! TOTH: [click] [BEAT DROP] Eastside looks so pretty at night...all those neon lights...so inviting...so enticing...SO MY THING. Swervin' through East St. Louis, drunk, shocker right? I'm curvin' to double lines done up in dotted white, They lead me straight to that place, where trouble's gotta hide, Eastside...cause Mis- ery's gotta lotta pride. It's nothin', especially when it's time to come inside, lookin' for a friendly face, to make my nature rise, and when I get to the door, it's really no surprise, that Jezebell mesmer- izes me...with her eyes. Closer and closer, she's comin' bolder and bolder, I'm done in, my tunnel vision's from my cock,-a-dude-who'll-do run ins, my fist slipped to my zip- per, like don't miss this chance, but she's quick to catch my drift, "Would you like a dance?" "If you insist," shit, I'm talkin' with my ding-a-ling, "Cash or charge kid?" Oh yeah...ch-ching, ch-ching, "There's three rules, and you'll re- spect 'em and agree, to first gimme your credit card, (huh?) second, gimme your keys, (wha?) thirdly, and most im- portantly, only she can ap- ply the touching. You touch her, you leave, violently. "Get it?" "Oh yes sir, for sure, I would never sir. I shall follow thy word, down to the letter sir," She held my paw, and I let her, downstairs to a cellar, she sat me down in a chair, and now will do as I tell her! Closer and closer, she's comin', bolder and bolder, I'm done in, she's got my business in her hands and she's slowly rubbin'. She's so beautiful... "Christy, why'd you have to leave? Do you miss me? Can we make up and kiss please?" Then she said "yes," and meant it, so I leaned in and went to get it, and swept her up inside my tightest grip. Then came a shriek, that 'didn't sound like she was she, Pushing and yelling like, "Hey D! Get him off of me!" Next thing I know, they threw me on the hard street, no money, no credit card ...and no car keys... TDB: "Hah Hah, fuck you guys. I touched her...HAH HAH I TOUCHED HER, YOU COULDN'T STOP ME! I WIN! YOU LOSE! [OUTRO] Tucker passes out on an Eastside street.

Back In The Day...Way Back In The Day... Back In The Day...Way Back In The Day... Verse: Picked her up at 6...Went and had some dinner... Then we caught a flick (it wasn't a winner)... After it was over we hit The Promenade People were break dancing and playing the guitar As we stopped to watch a crowd began to form The breakers started breakin' and that guitar got TORRRN UP! And the crowd was like 'What?' Their hype man steps up shouting "Throw yer dollars up!" He pulls out a bucket and moves throughout the crowd Everybody's throwing money in We're all like 'Wow! I bet they've got at least a couple hundred in that bucket For 25 minutes of work and then...Fuck It! We could do whatever and get paid for it Scoring every day off of the tourists We could play outside the theater Or even Ben and Jerry's...Singing 60's tunes With the strawberry smoothie on my hip Axe up in my hands...Choppin' it like this Catch me if you can! Yo! What's up my man? Can you spare a buck or two For the President of The Loop...Mr. Tucker Booth! And this is Mrs. Boo, she sings in the band And grandstands every night at the kissing booth, man! And between me and you I'm absolutely guaranteeing you This girl is the one so we'll probably be seeing you At our wedding...in the next year or two Could you ever picture her ending up with a weirder dude? I know, I know, but I'm working on the drinkin' And chasing all the women...I need a new religion Like getting off the couch and killing the television And writing more lyrics and being one with the Great Spirit.... Chorus: Why can't it go back to the way that it used to be? When you were my Angel Dove... My Mrs. Booth to me... When we were so in love there was nothing they could to me that would ever make me change The way I felt about you and me... We used to have so much fun... Tomfoolery... Rapping at The Cooler With Huggie Brown and Peter Seay... Jon G, Doc S, and Intellect Emcee... Pristine Raps with That Old Ingenuity... and waking up next to You was still new to me... and the love that you professed was true blue to me... Before it became all this and you blew the scene... Why can't we stay there forever and never change a thing? Verse: We were in your room Laying on your bed We started making out I tried to get some head You told me "Ease up..." you just wanted to cuddle Our hearts were racing fast and I could feel the puddle In between your legs Underneath your chest Holding on so tight with my head on your breasts Finally we caught our breath and melted into each other Two becoming One...My Forever Lover... We opened up your window and looked up at the stars Through a telescope...You said "There's Ours!" It was shining brighter than all of the others Then another appeared and began to hover By the other star and slowly started movin' Until the two stars combined and made a new one You were all lit up watchin' our stars crossin' Your eyes were pure amber Your smile was peach blossoms I took a deeper look and saw me in your eyes I wasn't even drunk and hadn't been high In well over a month... Got my act together... Our love was burning bright and I was starting to get better... All the other girls...they just disappeared You eclipsed them all right then and there Took you in my arms and whispered in your ear, "This moment we're in now, nothing changes here!" You were my buttercup Soft, Sweet, Symphony... Hottest girl I had ever seen and You were into me Said a silent prayer to God 'Thank you for my baby... I crave her like air, I swear she's gonna save me!' Maybe.... Back In The Day, Way Back In The Day... Back In The Day, Way Back In The Day...

Intro: Damn! How did everything get so fucked up? I need to get a job.... Verse: I need a job man...a damn job in the worst way Hell, I needed one of those last Thursday! Please Mr. CEO? It's my birthday... My home's foreclosed and I'm so thirsty And so hungry...You can hear my tummy mumblin' No eggs in the fridge got this bitch grumblin' Yeah, I've been down for a while...I've been stumblin' But now I'm more humble and ready to rumble and It's been a rough year...My stocks took a tumble and The deficit rose everything got bungled and Now I stand tattered and trampled and rumpled and Asking for a job to get over the hump again I know that I've got plenty of experience And some pretty good references if you're curious I really need this, Please? I'm serious! I'll work the graveyard shift til my eyes get bleary it's Nothing new...I used to work for UPS... Hoisting hella boxes from Midnight til 6 a.m. And never gave less than 110% Every check got bent and still could afford the rent But now every damn dime got spent On the Hoosh and the Hen the G-Friend and her friends The Tweekin' and the Slurpin' The Cheefin' and the Squirtin' The Bingin' and the Purgin' The Contin and the Bourbon The Swansons and the Ramen The Remy and Hypnotique Hustlers and the Swishers making dents in my wallet Call it like you see it...See it like you call it... Ever since you left I've been a full time alcoholic! Now I'm coming back down and taking a look around like 'Shit! Is this all I've got to show for this tumultuous, broke down relationship?' Time to bootstrap this bullshit predicament By getting off the couch and start slayin' some shit So I can get a house and start payin' for it And I can have a wife and kids and afford them... Oh...You don't have any positions available right now? I understand...Well thank you for your time anyway sir... And definitely if something opens up Please don't hesitate to give me a call because I would love to work for your company...alright...okay... Man, what am I going to do? This is the reason she left me in the first place! I can't keep a job, I can't keep a girl, I don't even really know what I want to do I mean, I know I need to get off my fat ass and Start doing something But what? I don't know what I'm good for.... [Intellect Emcee] Get up out the house man, get up out the crib, Go get yourself a job, and then a wife and a couple of kids, Get up out the house man, get up out that room, there's nothing on that TV screen that you can't already do, Get up out that house man, get up out that crib... Man, I need to get a job like J-Toth, and run game like Nicky Cage in 'Face Off,' Spray off on some 'Hip Hop Hooray' off, and make off with the cake like Madoff, Yeah, yo it sucks being laid off, I used to look forward to a day off, but now I gotta look for work, and get to hustle mother f*ckers, hit the street for dirt, but I only slang-slang with the chitty-bang-bang, boom-bap that's rap in a four-four frame, I mentioned the verse, when I was in it back then I used to snatch a purse for scratch, but now I'm grown, applied application reads CEO, that's business, BUSINESS. Yo, it's some blood, sweat and tears, grindin' yo for like ten whole years... [sample from J-Toth's 'Get a Job'] You got to go, get a job, but I only make jams, damn I know I slam, You got to go. Get a job? Yes sir...

Verse: The time has come for Unlimited Love The kind that's Divine Mind Creative and mine, yours, the animals, Plants, stars, flowers, powers Beamed from The Infinite That heals with persistent-ness As long as the Love that we trust is limitless God oozes out of my mouth in these here sentences And makes saints out of apprentices My shepherd always shows me how to go And reveals the real secret: Good self government is possible Which puts me in a place that's unstoppable Principle... Chorus: Make Love, Not War... Make Love, Not War...Love... Cuz Love is all we've got! Without Love, man, all stocks drop! Make Love like you just never can stop! Make Love...every time they blow up the spot... Make Love! Verse: Down deep underneath the catacombs of history Comes an average joe with a soul so blistering Many people see him Half as many know him Some say that he's trouble The rest think he's the chosen Definitely in charge of P.R. for The Frozen With an impossible dream and a theme interwoven Through every analog tape that he'd ever owned and Every SM-57 microphone he blowed in Otherwise known in many sets as The President Roamin' like a Razor Blade phone in the elements Sean Pennin' the 1st Amendment on a cocktail napkin While the douche next to dude says That he should stop rappin' This is what happens Just a day in the life Still the #1 Somewhat close to The Christ Thinkin' otherwise? Check your head like lice Cuz if we make love not war The Earth would be so nice like... Chorus: Make Love, Not War... Make Love, Not War...Love... Cuz Love is all we've got! Without Love, man, all stocks drop! Make Love...like you just never can stop! Make Love...every time they blow up the spot... Make Love! Verse: Your thing differs from my thing I bring the Truth as a bolt of lightning Why think that this life is not exciting? The heat in this fiery furnace is piping! My thing is the living a good life thing Which might bring an end to the sin that's stifling I sing to let all of this Infinite up out me And accept the fact That many of my fellow mortal men will doubt me But even if you aren't 'bout it bout' me I stand for your right to fight Because 'I've had the time of my liiiife!' Chorus: Make Love, Not War... Make Love, Not War...Love... Cuz Love is all we've got! Without Love, man, all stocks drop! Make Love...like you just never can stop! Make Love...every time they blow up the spot... Make Love!

Chorus: Now I got more than my swagger back Listen here homie...Mr. Mick Jagger's back...Uh, Oh! Uh, Oh!!! Yeah...Big Money got his swag back Baby Boy got his little brown bag back Then he went and got his big ol' long dag back Back up on top like 'was there a question who had that?' Verse: Yeah, that bird sure threw a wrench in my senses Leaving me temporarily defenseless Against acting dense like those other pretentious Pricks who act like they've got swag...Ha! Cease and Desist! No other brother from another mother-fudrucker Ever uttered no better gutter butter than this... The Candy Man...with a hellafied dandy plan To make it butt naked in a not-so-sacred randy land Nevertheless, I will forever stay blessed Yes! It's obvious y'all should bow to the Ex Boyfriend--New appointed grand anointed-- No longer disjointed--So how about some sex? Realigned and Redesigned--Look at me now! Downtown in L.A. ballin' like Pau With more swagger than Tupac in Tupacolypse Now Hangin' only with God--Ain't down with gold cows Mr. Swagger Pants--Playin' my game like Bagger Vance The game that only I was meant to play The jams that only I was meant to slay That aren't about Ms. Whats-Her-Name... Chorus: Now I got more than my swagger back Listen here homie...Mr. Mick Jagger's back...Uh, Oh! Uh, Oh!!! Verse: Damn! In case you missed the memo man I'm the man! With more dork force than a dark and tan Dodge Ram Blam! Smile m'am you're on video cam And about to get served like herbs at Houlihan's Slam, Player, your show's gayer than John Mayer and Wham--While my fam flows faster Than the damn Hoover Dam--And that's a lot! That's why we hella blast a lot And keep moving up higher than Hemilayan pot Doc Tear Drop Jump Shot and His Infinite Swish... Keeping it always on point... Even in the midst of bullshit... And you know it won't quit Even if life's a bitch Cuz I'm forever on spit...like Novocane in yer' lip! Move swift with the gift I'm giving a lift to every Harry, Tom, and Dick From here to French Lick Love and respect to my kids at Princip Where I left my heart Even if my goshdarn nards took a hit Every pimps got to slip before striking it rich And every hater's horse shit's equipped with its' asterik So talk shit, Mr. Bitch, I'm way ahead of you yo! I'm already doing The Limbo...How low can you go? Have fun, Fuck! Here's wishing you a loophole Me? I've got a new chick...Her name is Juno... She's the new cherry red in my otherwise blue soul... Chorus: Now I got more than my swagger back Listen here homie...Mr. Mick Jagger's back...Uh, Oh! Uh, Oh!!! I'm laughin' at you...Swagtastic! Yeah, Big Money got his swag back Baby Boy got his little brown bag back Then he went and got his big old long dag back Yeah, got his big, old long dag back Yeah, Big Money got his swag back Baby Boy got his little brown bag back Then he went and got his little brown bag back Yeah, got his big old long dag back Swagalicious...big old long dag back... Ex-Boyfriend....Ex Boyfriend... Gently... What?

Intro: TDB: I don't know about this job thing man... I'm not sure if I'm cut out for that (defense on 3)... Verse: Work makes free Money makes moves Freedom ain't free Scrilla ain't too Gotta make papes Need to make moves Find some new friends Meet a new Boo Want to get back Try to let loose Get running so fast that they'll never catch Booth! You could be my bird and I could be your man Take a new path Begin to understand That Booth back in the day was a catastrophe One of the freakiest deekies man I had to be One of the best off the top but I did that for free And I do that for me Because it has to be One of the queerest ass things a white metro could be Still hold down Redondo Beach to Maplewood, Misery I'm a hurricane and you're hardly drizzling Got kicked out my place at night out shivering In a hallway in U-City at 3:00 in the morning After Lojic with Frozen Food and The Royal Illete How could this bum rappin' end up happenin' to me? I always thought eventually I'd be delivered from defeat By the same God that told me 'Definitely don't be discreet... If you don't put it out there No one will be there to see All of the myriad ways you express infinity Lead a better life: See, Think, Be Pure Synergy That transcends Time, all crime, all mimicry With a home brewed flavor I savor like chicory At the coffee shop In line behind Ms. Hickory Dickory Dock Hear her on her Blackberry Storm Flippin' some slippery talk "Oh, I'm busy every night that you're off... That sucks...No I'm not blowing you off!" She reaches the front of the line and Abruptly gets off Takes a look at me and her mini-crows feet go soft For 15 seconds her eyes are breaking me off She's hot, fit, 36 on the dot The kind of chick that comes equipped With the condoms and pot And makes love like it may never ever stop... Now that's she's softened It seems the only option is to Buy her a scone and Get this mothertrucker poppin'! I do my best to channel my inner Christopher Walken And affirm that my swag is more rockin' than Dokken And not crushin' this chick is not an option I need this chick like the Mailman needed Stockton And I'm on point again Ex Boy on the joint again "Hi...My name is Tucker, Girl, and I know we're going to be friends..." Bridge: Make Love...Til the end of time, t The end of time and back again... Unless another hiccup or slip up Gets my ass jacked again... She's so gone and Never ever ever coming back and then... And now here's this new nipple queen Steppin' up to the tip and Damn I want this chick from My pale subconscious... All the way back to school at Wisconsin... [Toth] Someday, I'm gonna be famous! No, you're not. I'm gonna go against the brain width! No, you're not. I'm finna take the whole game kid! No, you're not. You're gonna do what you do, so go smoke your pot. You're just jealous, wait and see, you're not nearly as talented as me! I'm underground like Mos and Kweli! So stay there, like Pac and B.I.G. What?!? Shut up, and do something with your frustration, any idea you didn't use, you just wasted, any trend you warmed to, you just faked it. What's the point of living hip hop if you just hate it? Your castle of sand was built upon talk, the best wrestle the land and build upon rock, cause when that media storm comes to flood your spot, and you got nothing to show except a bunch'a squawk, good luck. For real, hope you're Irish kid, but it takes more than luck to keep your stylus big. The same logic applies to when you find a chic. Can you know her soul, when you ain't spent time with it? Love's about your gifts, not your taking, and it's not really concerned with your safety. This is none of my business, sure, hate me, just don't be mad at the fact that work makes free...

There have been many months, and years, and ages I've waited to say what you're about to hear I'm off like gone, like see, see ya later! Like let me reiterate so I can make myself clear... You're out the picture and now I'm ballin' for the Sixers so I'll be shot callin' with the women from here While you'll be out crawlin' through every bar in Alton Trying to catch the eye of some guy who isn't there Cuz I'm gone/Immediately Girl I'm movin' on Burned the house down to the ground and Left your picture on the lawn What kind of break up malarkey did you think that I was on? Jen and Whoever? That horseshit's for yer mom! And I don't date friends of Mom...I still prefer the Fillies Not talkin' baseball teams/I mean Kentucky Derbies Give them the Triple Crown if one them proves herself worthy And run some Showtime like Kobetron, Magic, and Worthy I love em classic and surly, drastic and girly Massively worldly women with Hurly Burly type talents Silver rings, caterpillar wings and pterodactyl talons Triple Five Soul jeans with baby blue New Balances Ample hips and some James Brown sample lips That love to sing the praises of this Messenger Catalyst Yes, I do have a dream, Ms. Triple Beam Nipple Queen And it ain't here worshipping You and Yer Twerp-y Scene Cuz I got my Swag Back, Super Size Dag, Black Puma Track shoes and this Monkey Mouth Mag...'YACK!!!' Take That! And That! Take a true taste of the gat Before I lay waste to your ass, like Chow Yun Fat! Now dumb that down for your new jack house cat So he doesn't act brave and get brazed by my acid vat Cuz my swag's on all day. always, with a ball blazed Waitin' for the next mark to mop up the hallways with Oh, now you're pissed? Well let it rip! Dance Monkey Boy! Shit, I'll call you Billy Elliott! Fuckin' with this Bitch is bound to get ya sick Let me stop for a second Cuz and flip it like this: She's a Swag Stealer! Man eater, Wildebeast, either She eats your soul or detonates this here heat seeker That comes blastin' at you so fast that you can't see it Take a last gasp of oxygen (like you really even need it) Cuz in T - 3 you'll have no reason for bein' While she stays in her cave/Hella mutatin' like Demons Temperature changin' like Seasons Steamin', Schemin', and Screamin' "I'LL GET YOU FAGGOT!!!" Until my fuckin' ears start ringin'... I ice the stingin' with a bag of Frozen peas And keep swingin' for the fences And believin' in bein' on some Microphone McGwire-ness Most preferably wireless So when I murk this rhyme I can body surf up out this bitch! This is it! Magnified Swag in its purest form Mr. Monolith since the very first day I was born Girl, fuck with the bull, shit, you'll get the air horn Swagger than fuck, this is dagger-ous Tuck in rare form! Girl fuck with the bull, shit, you'll get the air horn Swagger than fuck, this is dagger-ous Tuck in rare form!