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 we're leaving on a permanent vacation

Well, I'm a disaster

A microphone master

Put on your tape and rock your ghetto blaster

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

About sweating all the bitches in the biker shorts

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 was 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

[Chorus x4]

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 a usual way

We rock guitars 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 break dance

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 to the power as the poon patrol

[Chorus x4]

[guitar solo]

Well let's avoid confusion by makin' one thing clear

The rock we're bringin' is gonna instill fear

and the power we control should be revered

We sold our soul to Satan two times last year

Take a look to the point, to the point I'm makin'

We rock the oven when we're stone cold bakin'

And 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 with a kung fu grip (wah)

Well the goon platoon is on the flavor trip

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....

Pledge allegiance to the Sum, the new kings of rock

[Chorus]

• Artist:Sum 41