Gym Cla** Heroes - Lunch: Sloppy Love Jingle lyrics

Bartender, yeah, I hear your wise a**, give me a minute I'm trying to get this round over here What do you think I'm just working for you here? Actually will you, will you send a drink To the lady at the end of the bar? Yeah, that one right there Here you are, man Yeah, yeah, it's on me, tell her it's from Travie It's from this guy over here From the second she shimmied in I was intrigued by her essence And my first instincts to make sure that my presence was felt Simple and plain, I'm probably jumping the train But all I could see was my name engraved on her belt Hit the pause bu*ton, damn I don't even know this girl And I'm already practicing my sweet-nothings But that's a cla**ic trait of a soft-spoken Heart-broken, fellow like my self best believe (p**y) I tend to wear my heart on my sleeve But that night the Jagermeister had my sleeves rolled up Wait a minute, hold up I think she caught me grillin', now I'm spillin' my drink (Don't look, don't look) I knew our feelings were in sync So now she gave me the wink The only problem is, I'm not your ordinary average Romeo A Cyrano de Bergerac (Shut the f** up) In fact, I remember back in fifth grade I tried to read the book of love, but sadly The introduction didn't grab me So I left it on the shelf and kept moving Assuming that this planet rotates I'll just procrastinate until the day I bump into my soul mate Who would've thought I would be pissy a** drunk When time came for collision So I made the decision to just keep my composure (Cool, cool) Until she started getting closer And then I felt this weird feeling underneath my left shoulder And then I slipped, tripped, busted my lip and fell in love The minute that she stepped in the door The type of girl, I'd have to make a couple mix tapes for To me, she equaled MC Squared And everything else was mathematics I never took the time to practice