Текст песни Suzanne - Greaseball

Yo, you know that girl Suzanne
Yeah, yeah, with the eye patch and the wooden leg
Nah, man. Well, shit, maybe
Haha yeah, yeah, I know her. What about her
Fuck man, she's bad as fuck you know I'm just
I'm just trying to holla at her you know
Yeah, she is, man. Why don't you holla at her
It's just like every time I try to talk to her, you know
I just forget what to say or some shit
But, yo, I'ma tell her like this

I wasn't even lookin' for a friend like you
Who put their heart in everything they do
But when I'd seen you at the last house show
I was trying to blend in with the background tho
Oh, Suzanne I really wanna be your man
I like the patches on your jacket and those tight-ass pants
I like the way that you talk, you like the way that I rhyme
We could bring it all together sometime
I've been downtrodden, yeah I've been hurt
She held my head and wiped away the dirt
And even if I'm rotten, it ain't no problem
What a lady, oh my, you could trust her with the work
She smashed a beer on her forehead
Pissed on the floor and then hot-wired a moped
We was screaming ACAB hanging out the Maybach
What can I say? I'm a sucker for a face tat
Suzanne

Yeah man, I just feel like every time I try to talk to her, you know
It's like she ain't even really paying attention, you feel me
Oh, really? What do you mean
It's like I'll be trying to talk to her
And she don't even be looking at me all the way
You know what I mean
It's like one eye is looking at me
Yo, you know she got a glass eye, right
Nah, she told me that she was real
I was trying to tell her how I feel
Nah, man, fuck all that. You gotta tell her like this

Oh, Suzanne, I love you so much that it hurts
From your fishnets up to your skirt
I was too shy, you made it work
I wanted to die, you spoke to me first
Others stood by, my face in the dirt
You gave me a 40 you had in your purse
Hopped in your whip, and then we were rolling
How much was this shit? You said it was stolen
Fuck, you're kidding, right
Then I called ya bluff
You said a 36 pack wasn't large enough
Made me think twice, I don't wanna be dead
You wore your boots on your bed, and let me shave your head
You had my favorite band on your t-shirt
I'ma be down for you until my knees hurt
Suzanne

Yeah, yeah, that shit might work for you
But that ain't gonna work for me, dog
I gotta lay my game down smooth, you feel me
I'm a smooth operator, okay
Oh, yeah, you so smooth, you didn't even notice her glass eye
I can't lie, one eye was looking at me
The other was looking for something better, I guess
Go on then smooth operator
Yo yo check it out, check it out
I'ma tell her exactly like this
This is what I'ma say

I ain't never known a love like this
She rolled it up, but I ain't never smoked a blunt like this
And sure enough, she had me trippin' balls
She could sip a tall can with the pistol drawn
Ran into the pit, she bit her lips and watched me slip and fall
Down, down, deeper into love with the hard stuff
Had me on that phone so fast like, "What up Martha?"
Don't wait up for me, I'm never coming back
Felt my heart, slippin' through leftover cracks
I like the way she's all about the drama
I like the way she really hates my mama
I'd really ride the wave
I know that I can show her I'm the truth
Spend my EBT, we could have a BBQ
Cause I'm a diehard for a friend like that
And I would die falling, trying to pet that cat
We were screamin' "Kill cops!"
Bombin' down the hilltop
It's many fine women in the world
But they're still not Suzanne

Suzanne takes you down to her place by the river
You can hear the boats go by
You can spend the night forever and you know that she's half crazy
And that's why you wanna
And that's why you wanna be there
And that's why you wanna
And that's why you wanna be there