From the album Funk on The Floor

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Lyrics

Well i wake up to
the worst kind of feeling in my head
Well i wake up to
a feeling of impending dread
gonna be a rough day
the room starts to sway
is there somebody im supposed to call
did i have a bad call

But was it a dream or a memory
did you really pull the top off
But was it a dream or a memory
did you really spike my punch with drunk love
But was it a dream or a memory
I really wanna play on your team
if we can just figure out if last night was a memory or a dream

did i see you on the big screen at the big game looking at me
everybody done clapped when i took you in my arms and made you feel free
did you get that middle seat on the plane ride back from sin city
supposed to get some shut eye, 7 miles eyes high,
but all i could do was stare at your bright eyes
but i could play that no mind
the story of you I search and must find
i could see your sweet eyes, so lovely and so kind

But was it a dream or a memory
did you really pull the top off
But was it a dream or a memory
did you really spike my punch with drunk love
But was it a dream or a memory
I really wanna play on your team
if we can just figure out if last night was a memory or a dream

just then there's a knock at the door
jumped out the bed almost fell on the floor
i should of put on some clothes before i get to know what my future holds
but fuck it
so i answered the call, opened the door and look in the hall
you there, wearing nothing but a sexy little tee, excuse me, oh yea
You Came and your treated me well and it wasn’t a bad dream, more heaven than hell
Late nights no more dreaming of you, I got the real thing baby, the dreams are true.
this ain't no dre-eam
this ain't no dre-eam

But was it a dream or a memory
did you really pull the top off
But was it a dream or a memory
did you really spike my punch with drunk love
But was it a dream or a memory
I really wanna play on your team
if we can just figure out if last night was a memory or a dream

oh give me that who who
oh give me that boo boo
oh give me that jump jump
oh give me that bump bump
oh give me that up up
oh give me that down down
oh give me that sweet sweet
oh give me that sound sound
oh give me that swim swim
oh give me that slim jim
oh give me that sweet talk
oh give me that slow walk
oh give me that need need
i'm gonna get me some weed
oh give me that true chick
i'm gonna get my dick
give me that

We Don't need it ANYMORE
We Got Fat Funk ON THE FLOOR
We Don't need it ANYMORE
We Got Fat Funk ON THE FLOOR
We Don't need it ANYMORE
We Got Fat Funk ON THE FLOOR
We Don't need it ANYMORE
We Got Fat Funk ON THE FLOOR

Gimmie that Cherry Bomb
Im gonna put it in my palm
Gimmie that Fat Band
You Know i got it man
Gimmie that Uptime
I'm gonna give you this ryhme
Gimmie that slow wit
i'm gonna slap you with my dick
Gimmie that fool fool
I'm gonna take you to school
Gimmie that love love
I'm gonna give it a rub
Gimmie that warriors plan
from bronx to brookland
top bunk
fill it with funk
fill it with funk

We Don't need it ANYMORE
We Got Fat Funk ON THE FLOOR
We Don't need it ANYMORE
We Got Fat Funk ON THE FLOOR
We Don't need it ANYMORE
We Got Fat Funk ON THE FLOOR
We Don't need it ANYMORE
We Got Fat Funk ON THE FLOOR

Can You Dig it?
Yea Yea
Can You Dig it?
Yea Yea
Can You Dig it?
Yea Yea
Can You Dig it?
Yea Yea
Can You Dig it?