Psihomodo Pop - Waiting For My Man lyrics

I'm waiting for my man Got 26 dollars in my hand Up to Lexington 125 Feelin' sick and dirty For a day and a life Huh, I'm waiting for my man Hey white boy, what you doin' uptown Hey white boy, you chasin' my women around Pardon me sir, it's furthest from my mind I'm just waitin' for a dear-dear friend of mine I'm waiting for my man, come on Here he comes, he's all dressed in black PR shoes and a big straw hat He's never early, he's always late First thing you learn is that you always gotta wait I'm waiting for my man Up to a brownstone, up three flights of stairs Everybody's pinned you and nobody cares He's got the works, gives you sweet taste Then you gotta split because you got no time to waste I'm waiting for my man Hey baby, don't you holler, don't you ball and shout I'm feeling good, I'm gonna work it on out I'm feeling good, feeling so fine Until tomorrow, but that's just some other time I'm waiting for my man I'm waiting for my man I'm waiting for my man Man-man-man-man-man-man-man