Oh yeah. Oh no.
Rusty Rat beat. Squeaky fx. Pitch-Warping Melisma. Vocal, Psychadelic Rock, Progressive Rock, Kung Fu Funk. Terror Psytrance. Busy Rhythm, Virtuosic Guitar-Playing, Masterful Slap Bass, polyrhythms, trippy, Time-altering, Opposites, Hot n Cold, Unpredictable, Random Transitions, Tense, Scary, Terrifying, Dark, Wonky, Crazed, Random Terrifying Samples, Special Effects, Glitched. Overly-Experimental, Overly-Unpredictable.
Oh yeah. Oh no.
Rusty Rat beat. Squeaky fx. Pitch-Warping Melisma. Vocal, Psychadelic Rock, Progressive Rock, Kung Fu Funk. Terror Psytrance. Busy Rhythm, Virtuosic Guitar-Playing, Masterful Slap Bass, polyrhythms, trippy, Time-altering, Opposites, Hot n Cold, Unpredictable, Random Transitions, Tense, Scary, Terrifying, Dark, Wonky, Crazed, Random Terrifying Samples, Special Effects, Glitched. Overly-Experimental, Overly-Unpredictable.
Lyrics
RADIO-READY
RUBATO
EXPRESSIVE RUBATO
RETURN RUBATO
VIRTUOSIC MUSICIANSHIP
Instrumental Introduction
(Oh. Oh. Oh. Oh yeah.)
(Oh. oh-oh-oh. Oh. Oh yeah.)
(Oh. Oh. Oh. Oh yeah.)
(Oh. oh-oh-oh. Oh. Oh yeah.)
I saw her walkin' through the club.
(Oh-oh-oh-oh yeah.)
Gave me the eye as she went by.
(Oh-oh-oh-oh yeah.)
Quickly, with haste, give that girly a chase.
Gotta get a taste of that beautiful face.
It would be a waste not to keep up with her pace.
It's time to invade her personal space.
She was like, one, two, three, four.
Boy, what the hell are you waitin' for?
She was like-like-like-like like-a-like-a-like-like.
Boy, you need to gimme some more.
Gotta take her back to my crib like
(Oh yeah.)
I put my hand on her hip like
(Oh yeah.)
She put my hand on her thigh like
(Oh yeah.)
I'm gonna make her all mine like
(Oh yeah.)
She whispered in my ear like
(Oh yeah.)
Said, “Let’s get outta here” like
(Oh yeah.)
Heart’s racin’ in my chest like
(Oh yeah.)
We ain't gettin' no rest like
(Oh yeah.)
Oh.
Oh.
Oh.
Oh.
Oh.
Oh.
Oh.
Oh.
Oh-oh-oh-oh hell yeah, let's go.
Instrumental Transition
First, I gotta pee.
Be right back.
Instrumental Transition
(Oh. Oh. Oh. Oh no.)
(Oh. oh-oh-oh. Oh. Oh no.)
(Oh. Oh. Oh. Oh no.)
(Oh. oh-oh-oh. Oh. Oh no.)
I saw her dancin’ with some other guy.
(Oh-oh-oh-oh no.)
Didn’t even look me in the eye.
(Oh-oh-oh-oh no.)
Quickly, with haste, tried to plead my case.
But I soon found out that the effort was a waste.
I'm tryin' to be cool, tryin' to save face.
But she left me standing on first base.
She was like, one, two, three, four.
Boy, I ain't goin' with you anymore.
She was like-like-like-like like-a-like-a-like-like,
Boy, you better walk away or we'll go to war.
Instrumental Transition
Tried to take a shot at love like
(Oh no.)
Now I’m cryin’ at the club like
(Oh no.)
Should’ve seen the red flags like
(Oh no.)
Man, this is such a drag like
(Oh no.)
She whispered in my ear like
(Oh no.)
Said, “You ain't what I need” like
(Oh no.)
Heart’s breakin’ in my chest like
(Oh no.)
Guess I'm goin’ home alone like
(Oh no.)
Oh.
Oh.
Oh.
Oh.
Oh.
Oh.
Oh.
Oh.
Oh-oh-oh-oh hell no, I’m done.
End