Lyrics BCC - Buck 65

BCC

BCC the ADD
We don’t have much time you see
BCC the ADD
BCC the ADD
We live in a democracy
BCC the ADD
Once upon a time I was born without a mother
Covered in fuzz I was light as a feather
First day at school I was half way rancid
Friends from the city started calling me Francis
Copenhagen Brussels, Amsterdam cobra
Life ain’t a game show get with the program
Bunched up munchkins playing with nunchucks
Under a dump-truck inside the lunch-box
BCC the ADD
We don’t have much time you see
BCC the ADD
BCC the ADD
We live in a democracy
BCC the ADD
Words that rhyme and words that don’t
The werewolf wears wool?
Yo!
First of all there goes Christopher Cross
Tail gating taxi cab must have pissed him off
The right to love is such despair
Whatever you do — don’t touch my hair
Fireworks for emphasis
When am I ever gonna get out of Memphis?
No time to be with my child because I’m still in Tennessee
No time to be with my boy because I’m still in Tennessee
BCC the ADD
We don’t have much time to see
BCC the ADD
Video killed the radio star
BCC the ADD
BCC that to us
BCC that to us
In time
And space bar timing things
Fell down on the ground and now I’m all dirty
No time to be with my child because I’m still in Tennessee
No time to be with my boy because I’m still in 10cc
BCC the ADD
We live in a democracy
BCC the ADD
Hot butter say what the popcorn
BCC the ADD
Socks and underwear are in the top drawer
BCC the ADD
Hot butter say what the popcorn
BCC the ADD
Godmother sounds like what a fog-horn
BCC the AD/DC
Got other styles that’s right a lot more