The Dependent Clause - XL Lyrics

I'm feelin' good
It's gonna be great
I love it

Everything's gonna be all right
All right

Jake, my homie, It's Seth
I think I'm supposed to call you
I'm supposed to make you feel better about the twelfth
But you know me, I can't fake the funk
I can't bring anything other than my
One hundred percent true, authentic self

I don't know about forty, homie
I done done it, and it ain't pretty
God, yeah, the hand-eye coordination is shot
It ain't pretty, man

Friday Saturday Sunday Monday Tuesday
You better live it up this weekend
Yeah, your birthday is on the twelfth
You better fucking-you better live it up this weekend
Oh my god, happy birthday

All right