"Yeah I hear your wise ass, give me a minute."
I'm trying to get this round over here.
"What do you think I'm just working for you here?"
Actually, will you... will you send a drink to the lady at the end of the bar? Yeah that one right there.
"Here you are miss."
Yeah, yeah. It's on me. Tell her it's from Travee.
"It's from this guy over here."
From the second she shimmied in
I was intrigued by her essence
And my first instincts to make sure that my presence was felt
Simple and plain
I'm probably jumping the train
But all I could see was my name engraved on her belt
Hit the pause button
I don't even know this girl
And I'm already practicing my sweet-nothin's
But that's a classic trait of a soft-spoken, heart-broken, fellow like my self best believe.
I tend to wear my heart on my sleeve
But that night the Jagermeister had my sleeves rolled up
Wait a minute, hold up
I think she caught me grillin' now I'm spillin' my drink
I knew our feelings were in sync so now she gave me the wink
The only problem is, I'm not your ordinary, average Romeo
A Cyrano de Bergerac.
Man: Shut the fuck up.
In fact, I remember back in 5th grade
I tried to read the book of love, but sadly
The introduction didn't grab me
So I left it on the shelf and kept moving
Assuming that this planet rotates
I'll just procrastinate until the day I bump into my soulmate.
Who would've thunk I'd be piss ass drunk when time came for collision?
So I made the decision to just keep my composure.
Man: Cool. Cool.
Until she started getting closer
And then I felt this weird feeling underneath my left shoulder, and then I
Slipped, tripped, busted my lip and fell in love
The minute that she stepped in the door
The type of girl I'd have to make a couple mix tapes for
To me she equaled MC squared and everything else was mathematics
I never took the time to practice.