Runaround Web Lyrics - Best In The Burbs - Chris Webby

Here's my story, it's sad but true. 

Yeah right. 

Yeah! You see I love women. 

But I can't pick just one, 

And like 

I'm sure I'll settle down one day. 

But I'm young, right? 

I'm just trying to have a good time. 

Living in the moment and what not. 

You could call me a dog, 

But everybody else calls me Chris Webby. 

Haha, naw mean? 

Yeah, yeah. 

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It's seems like every week 

I get some girlie's number 

In my phone 

Bring her home 

Make her scream 

Make her yell 

Make her moan. 

I'm a dog 

Always looking for somewhere to put a bone. 

On my Entourage shit 

Bitches looking like Sloane. 

I'm an animal, 

Off the chain, 

I had to cut loose. 

And judging on how you're dressed, 

You're tryin to fuck boo. 

You'll never hear me uttering about I love you, 

I just really want to see them panties 

Drop into your Ugg boots. 

It ain't my fault, 

Your girlfriend sweats me. 

She'll be getting back to you, 

Right after she's left me. 

And I ain't putting rose petals on your beadsheats. 

Romance ain't my thing, 

You should've known that when you met me. 

Am what I am, 

And I'll be it to my death. 

Got a thing for brunettes, 

With tats, 

And big breasts. 

So if you at the plate 

Don't worry, 

Who's on deck. 

Hate the game, 

Not the player, Ma. 

And then she make me say... 

Whoa oh [repeated] 

You see my life's good, 

Where it ought to be. 

All I gotta do is spit game 

And slaughter beats. 

And I know you'll probably tell your whole sorority, 

Just don't expect my phone to answer 

When you're calling me. 

I'm a son of a gun, 

Check my paternity test. 

Always chugging on a 40, 

And burning the best. 

Unzippering your jeans 

While you kiss on my neck. 

Oh you're a good girl? 

Psh, then it's on to the next. 

I like a bad chick, 

Just give her the chance. 

While I'm trying to figure out 

How you fit in those pants. 

'Cause I'm partial to any exotic bittie 

Looking like Mila Kunis in Forgetting Sarah Marshall. 

On the road every night 

It's unique. 

So you right across the party 

And I like what I see. 

Oh you're daddy's little girl? 

Well tonight you a freak. 

She grab my hand 

And brought me right upstairs 

And then she make me say... 

Whoa oh [repeated] 

(Like we always do) 

Now everybody now! 

Whoa oh [repeated]