“DAMN! I Must B Trippin’!”
music by The Soular System
words by Rev. Desmond D’Angelo
copyright 2002
The ladies call me Sugabear ‘cause I’m so very sweet + furry
I’m always golden crisp and I never have to worry
‘Bout where to get the honey ‘cause the honey come to me
When I sugar smack a honeycomb, well the honey come for free
But not from bumblin’ B’s ‘cause bumblin’ B’s can’t hold their nectar
Don’t like dealin’ with B-keepers + other B protectors
Sugabear just wanna hibernate next to where your honey B drippin’
DAMN! I must be trippin’!
The name is Rev. Jeri Jackson, not Jerry like the mouse
But Jeri like the curl that be drippin’ on your couch
And pissin’ off your spouse ‘cause she’ll have to clean it later
Ain’t nuthin’ piss a bitch off more than scrubbin’ activator
Out the sofa cushion, u’re pushin’ your luck
Like Press Your Luck, like Peter Tomarkin says, “No Whammys, Big Bucks!”
Don’t get stuck, ‘cause if u do u’re fucked, u been caught slippin’
DAMN! I must be trippin’!
Even tho’ I stole your watch, u know what time it is!
Stomp your hands an’ clap your feet, u know what time it is!
Even tho’ I stole your watch, u know what time it is!
Stomp your hands an’ clap your feet, I must be trippin’!