Lyrics of 'You Should've Been There' by Wally Clark

I been with this dame for years, and created an animal,
Was too cool with the chick, and played it samuel,
I made a manual, three little fonzies,
I never ringed yolandi, to the keep the thing on me,

Cause I had to come correctamundo,
Put down the gun slow, and take a couple racks of these hundos
Seek a better life, and find you a nice one
Until your life's done or smoke the pipe of the ricin,

I'll be alright in a pork pie, like walt white,
A fort night has past, I live a false life,
Cause I'm drowning in women now,
But hear the sound of her meow, out these kittens’ mouths

I close my eyes and imagine all her tattoos,
And leave them bruised and confused, from my past moves,
When I make love to these strangers,
She had a banger, and dug that I'm a sanger

If you love her then you gotta let her go swim,
But if the tide brings her back then you go in,
But they don't give you advise for when she leaves again,
Are you supposed to be a friend, or advitizen?

Walk up in the bar and see her with a new fella,
She playing pool, titties popping out her blue sweater,
I should've knew better, I thought she needed time to think,
I smile and wink, as I go and find a drink

I'ma grab some water baby, you just hold tightly,
I'm in her purse, as I search for the ho I.d.
Oh it's hydie,
Word to the all mighty,
I'm might be swerved, but girl is in a nighty,

She throw on spotify, I got some pot to try,
I rock the wallos, wallaby (while I be) up in my modern life,
What's not to like, I'm grown and I'm sexy, they prone to presley,
From morning to next week,

They fell in love, cause of what the felon dos
With a peck on the neck and a melon rub,
It's well enough, it'll get me through the next day,
I slick my hair back on track and I press play,

Sportin waves, dapper dan, grab her hand quickly,
More than blazed, rapper man, tapper tan titties,
She's a fan of the damn ditties,
The man witty, she ran to the van and lamped with me

She was pretty, but damn she ain't emma,
It's my dilemma,
In france, and can't get up,
Cause my muse ain’t amused, by the name check,
I’m famous,
But the game has proven aimless

I’m at a show in atlanta, drinking dirty fanta,
The dirty grampa, get swerved with the girl named pamela,
But then I see campbell, the dream weaver,
Believer,
Till I see the thing on her ring finger