That Thunder

[Intro: Danny Lover]
You'll be the life of the party
Yo, just vibe with me
You feelin' me?
Feel me?
Where you been baby?

[Verse 1: Danny Lover]
Yeah, designer paint colors
Brother we ain't brothers
My bitch my bitch but we ain't lovers, take cover
Great with numbers but my accountant be pissing
'Cause all the money we missing
Chubby pockets, 3-D vision, still
All the fishes on the ferris wheel lookin' fine
Yeah, we took our time; line, chips, and wine
Billy Madison, nudie mags and Ativan
These pretty ladies got me layin' on my back again
Relaxin', straight Vernon Max-in'
Ciggy ashin', 5 Valiums like the Jacksons
Bless, my hearts beatin' out my chest
Floral pattern on the dress, yes!
Hop in the Jeep and jet
Feel like Prince on this shit with the mink coat
Sprinkles on the ice cream, yo, let your bitch know
Danny back in town, happiness and frown
Black wedding gown, baby, let's get it now

[Chorus: Wes Murray]
Embittered and low
And filled with regret
Sad songs and pills, just to forget
And black out the sun
You're empty til the end
The writing's on the wall
You're faded again

[Verse 2: Danny Lover]
She used to write me letters, I used to buy her flowers
I used to do drugs all night and she would cry for hours
It was attraction that brought us together
It was sex, watching the weather
Whatever bitch, she did it better (Whatever)
I was lost at the time, and I still wander
And I still wanna, just a little longer
And I still talk her about her, wish she cared more
Gettin' head in the car at the airport
But she flew away, what should I do today?
Weatherman, the sky blue and grey, you wrong again
Now I'm losin' touch with all my friends
They keep askin' me, "How you feeling?"
But it all depends, why you asking?
Why you talking, bitch?
Can see your lips move but all I hear is
Charlie Brown teacher shit (Womp, womp, womp)
Sorry baby, but I gotta go
See you when you get back
Not
Sincerely, Danny

[Chorus: Wes Murray]
Embittered and low
And filled with regret
Sad songs and pills, just to forget
And black out the sun
You're empty til the end
The writing's on the wall
You're faded again

[Outro: Wes Murray]
Embittered and low
And filled with regret
Sad songs and pills, just to forget
About it
And black out the sun
You're empty 'til the end
The writing's on the wall
You're faded again