Good Bread - OUT THE DOOR Lyrics

Man I feel tongue tied
My brain it stays fried
I'm losing my mind
( I felt this way when I set foot inside)
Weak drinks
Bar stinks
See heavy feet
Man I can't think
Can't think of why
(Motha' f*cka why)
I'm hearing Mister Brightside
For the third time tonight
(Alright alright Ladies and Gentlemen
This is DJ Saddles on the mic
I'm wondering
Do we have a sound guy we can send up here
I did spill my drink on the boards)
So tell me why
(Motha' f*cka why)
We're still in this bar
Let's go make the night
Mama lets bust a move
(We can boogie out the door now)
We can grab some food
(French fries up in this bitch)
And get you all the caffeine too
(Put some vodka in there)
Its a quarter past two
(So fine in the night air)
There's still a million things
That we can do
(Do)
Now I'm
Not buying what they say
About the grass
Man I know its green
Good moves to the new spot
Walk in, the bands hot
Can't get my feet to stop
So tell me why
(Motha' f*cka why)
This aint how we're spending
All our nights
Mama lets bust a move
(We can boogie out the door now)
We can grab some food
(French fries up in this bitch)
And get you all the caffeine too
(Put some vodka in there)
Its a quarter past two
(So fine in the night air)
There's still a million things
That we can do
(Do)