What I Want
Funkoars Lyrics

I don't dance,
I refuse to engage in dancing.

I don't jump,
I don't succumb to peer pressure or engage in unnecessary actions.

I don't front,
I don't pretend to be someone I'm not or put on a false facade.

I do the fuck what I want.
I do whatever I please without concerning myself with others' opinions or expectations.

Pressure, tired as fuck lining up,
Pressure, exhausted from waiting in line for entry.

It's getting old, it's cold and half the night is up.
The situation is becoming tiresome, the weather is chilly, and it's already late into the night.

And you wonder why fights erupt, wisen up,
And if you're curious about the cause of the fights, gain some wisdom and understanding.

Mr. Door Bitch let me inside the club.
The individual responsible for managing the entrance allowed me to enter the club.

With his gelled hair, tight pants, silky shirt, man fag.
Describing the appearance of the doorman, emphasizing his meticulously styled hair and fashionable clothing.

Let me in soon or I'mma piss in your hand bag.
Allow me entry quickly, or I will retaliate by urinating in your handbag.

What's he gonna do if he gets bashed in the streets?
What actions will he take if he gets physically assaulted in public?

He ain't a bouncer, (What?) he's just the fashion police. (Oh!)
He may be mistaken for a bouncer, but in reality, he's only concerned with enforcing fashion standards.

You know what's tragic, a girl stops traffic,
It is unfortunate that a girl's presence has a significant impact and disrupts the flow of people.

You let her in, stop a bloke, that's a cock block faggot.
You allow her entry but prevent a man from entering, acting as a hindrance.

Get a sweater for my dress code,
Find a sweater that aligns with my preferred style of clothing.

What you suggest, yo, matching knitted sweaters with my best bros?
Are you proposing that my friends and I wear identical knitted sweaters?

An entry pass, give me entry fast,
Provide me with an entry pass and allow me to enter quickly.

Before your head comes acquainted with an empty glass.
Before you experience the repercussions of an empty glass hitting your head.

Clubs and bad pussy are one and the same,
Referring to clubs and undesirable sexual encounters as being synonymous.

After I talk my way in I'm never coming again.
Once I charm my way into the club, I have no intention of returning.

Mr. Trials, grubby in a club with a nice shirt,
Mr. Trials, wearing a dirty or disheveled outfit in a club setting.

Tryin' to find a honey with some money and a nice purse.
Attempting to locate a woman who is financially well-off and carries an attractive handbag.

I'm on a bender and broke won't stop us,
Despite being on a wild spree of excessive drinking, the lack of money won't hinder our activities.

So I hobble to a rich bitch as thick as their wallet,
I make my way over to a wealthy woman whose physical attributes match the size of her wallet.

Promised the world to this girl then I'd get her heart racing.
I made grand promises to this girl in order to arouse excitement and interest.

Sip into sick pints and I'm always sayin' same shit.
As I consume large quantities of beer, my speech becomes increasingly repetitive.

I need a drink like Mick Jagger needs a hit,
I have an intense desire for a drink, comparable to Mick Jagger's need for a drug hit.

I need a drink like Angelina needs to leave her lips.
I have a strong craving for a drink, similar to the way Angelina Jolie needs to stop talking.

I'm at my peace when I'm pissed, if I get a drink,
I find solace or tranquility when I'm intoxicated, therefore obtaining a drink is crucial.

Tell a chick whatever I gotta tell her to make her my bank teller.
I will say anything necessary to a woman to manipulate her into becoming my source of financial support.

I'ma rank fella, in need of Jesus juice, Jesus Christ would I need to do.
I am a lowly individual who requires alcohol to function, to the point that even Jesus Christ himself would be unable to help me.

Stop the whole girl flattery thing,
Cease the act of showering women with excessive compliments.

People buy it better when you walk around with charity tins,
People are more inclined to believe and support you if you present yourself as someone collecting donations for a charitable cause.

Now say I'm fucked from birth, find a girl with purse that bulge and drinking problem solved.
If I accept that my life is destined for failure, I can alleviate my issues by finding a woman with a large, bulging purse that will subsidize my excessive drinking.

Hons one the last dude who wants to check your track.
Hons is the final person who would willingly listen to and evaluate your music.

For real, what you think I'm about to press it up on ear wax?
Seriously, do you honestly believe I would waste my time promoting your music?

I doubt that, man that's one thing I hate when cats spitting in ya ear like it's ness in '58.
I highly doubt it, it irritates me when individuals rap in your ear excessively, as if it's a performance by The Dells in 1958.

I wanna tell 'em get fucked, I came here to get drunk,
I have the desire to tell them to go away, as my intention for being here is solely to consume alcohol.

And throw game like bad losers that's run out of luck.
I will attempt to charm others with my smooth talk, just as desperate losers without any luck would.

But yet I'm stuck feeling awkward, with some cats spittin' his flavor in my ear like Craig Mac was in my Walkman.
However, I find myself in an uncomfortable situation, as these individuals continue to rap in my ear persistently, comparable to Craig Mack's presence in my Walkman cassette player.

I'd rather shit talk and at least I'd get a word in,
I prefer engaging in sarcastic and confrontational conversations where I can at least express my own thoughts and opinions.

And not some rapper's dinner all floating in my bourbon.
I would rather not have to endure a rapper's excessive presence and influence while I am enjoying my bourbon.

And when he's spittin', I ain't even listening,
While he raps, I am not actively paying attention or giving any consideration to his performance.

I came to see the live set not a pop star audition.
I came to witness a live performance, not to witness auditions for a mainstream pop star.

And I couldn't really care about the shit you write,
I have no interest or concern in the content of your lyrics.

And if I want my ear chewed then I'd go toe to toe with Tyson.
If I desire having my ear bitten, I would engage in a fight against Mike Tyson.

And if you're offended, I ain't tryin' to be harsh,
If you find my words offensive, it is not my intention to be excessively harsh or hurtful.

I'll hear your shit when it drops so leave me at the fucking bar.
I will listen to your music when it is released, so please leave me alone at the bar.

Suffa, standing at the bar 'cause I wanna shout, a round.
Suffa, positioned at the bar because I want to buy a round of drinks.

Getting ignored so I had to pull my wallet out, I'm down,
Being neglected by the bartender prompted me to take out my wallet and pay for my drink, showing my willingness.

With the fact that you wanna get some play bro,
Based on your behavior, it is evident that you desire flirtatious interactions.

But you've been serving chicks while I've been standing here like, 'ey yo'.
However, you've been attending to female customers while I have been patiently waiting here, attempting to get your attention.

Don't take all day bro, stop that weak shit.
Please hurry up and don't waste any more time with insignificant matters.

That girl don't want you, that bitch wants a free drink.
That girl is not interested in you, she simply desires a complimentary beverage.

Now I'm getting shitted out, this cat would've bought the bitter out,
Now I am being treated poorly, this individual would have consumed the available stock of bitter drinks if he had purchased them.

If I was a broad and walked in with my titties out.
If I were a woman who entered with my breasts exposed.

Oh, this bartender thinks he can get these girls tipsy,
This bartender believes he possesses the ability to intoxicate these girls.

In hopes of a wristy.
With the expectation of receiving a sexual act involving the wrist.

On the real son, try make me feel dumb.
Seriously, son, attempt to make me feel foolish or unintelligent.

If I can't buy a fucking drink, I'ma steal one.
If I am unable to purchase a drink normally, I will resort to stealing one.

And spit liquor on the bar to set it on fire.
I will expel the beverage forcefully onto the bar to ignite it.

Half price drinks is what it said on the flier.
The advertisement on the flyer mentioned that drinks would be sold at a reduced price.

But I can't even get served man, yeah that's chill.
However, I am not even being attended to by the bartender, but I am unfazed by the situation.

Ignore me all night I'ma rip off ya till.
If you continue to neglect me for the entire night, I will take advantage of you or cause you trouble in some way.

Uncle Sesta, rolling up already half cut.
Uncle Sesta, arriving in an intoxicated state, already halfway through the consumption of alcohol.

Bouncer still mad as a mother fucker from last month.
The bouncer is still incredibly angry or resentful from an incident that occurred the previous month.

I've done fucked up tequila, lethal.
I have consumed an excessive amount of tequila, which has resulted in a dangerous level of intoxication.

Have me stealin' and screamin' and feeling up a beater vehicle.
I am inclined to engage in petty theft, shout loudly, and touch a dilapidated car while under the influence.

Name's at the door, chill bro I'm good.
My name is on the guest list at the entrance, so relax, my friend, I am fine.

"What's your name?",
The bouncer inquires about my name.

"I'm Debris from the Hilltop Hoods", (How ya doin?).
I respond, "I am Debris from the Hilltop Hoods", inquiring about his well-being.

Post myself with the drinks facing a sick shit hanging off my lip,
I position myself at the bar with my drinks in hand, a cigarette or joint hanging from my lip.

While I'm chasing a bitch.
Meanwhile, I am pursuing or attempting to impress a woman.

Don't buy her a drink, give 'em a fly or a wink,
Instead of purchasing a drink for her, provide her with a promotional flyer or a flirtatious wink.

See ya at my show next week. (Oohhh)
I suggest attending my upcoming performance next week.

Before I touched the whore,
Before I engage in any intimate activity with the promiscuous woman.

She bounced when her fat friend turned around like, "He's a Funkoar!". (Slut!)
She quickly departed when her overweight friend caught sight of me and exclaimed, "He's a member of the Funkoars!" (promiscuous woman!)

Called to the bar, now pour all of my shots, but, 4 bucks is all that I got.
I summon the bartender to serve me, but I only have four dollars to spend on shots.

Fuck this I'ma bail,
I am fed up with this situation, I will leave abruptly.

'Cause a lot of fans want me to sign their chest, but they're males.
Because many fans approach me, requesting me to autograph their chests, but they are male individuals.

"Once I had a love",
A sample from an unidentified source sings the line, "Once I had a love".

"Kissed him every morning",
The sample continues, stating, "Kissed him every morning".

"Then one day my love",
The sample progresses, saying, "Then one day my love".

"Left with no warning...".
The sample concludes, expressing, "Left with no warning...".