August 1, 2010 by Abode Camp in Zebrahead

In My Room

I’ve got girls, they’re in my room
The only thing is my room is not here
It’s ten till two, the clock won’t move
Detention hall is better with beer

I can do it all in my room
I can be a rockstar with a bad attitude
I am the king in my room
I can ground my mom and dad if I choose

Shapow, how do you like me now?
Shazaam, I don’t think you understand
Shaquic, hey, I got a ten inch…tv screen
Only in my room

I’ve got green, it’s in my room
The only thing is my room is not here
Pitching tents inside my pants
And there’s a pool of drool by my ear

I can take it all in my room
I can be a quarterback and the coolest guy in school
I can get on down in my room
I can go and freak Rebecca Romijn in the nude

Shapow, how do you like me now?
Shazaam, I don’t think you understand
Shaquic, hey, I got a ten inch…tv screen
Only in my room

TV, munchies, ???, DVD in my room
Watchin’ juggies, spankin’ monkies, doughnut dunkin’ in my room
Ladies love me, pour me heinies, feed me grapies, in my room
Write a shitty record for my record label in my room

In my room, in my room, in my room
In my room, in my room, in my room

Shapow, how do you like me now?
Shazaam, I don’t think you understand
Shaquic, hey, I got a ten inch…tv screen
Only in my room
Only in my room, my room, my room, my room

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