Aimee Allen - Oblivion lyrics

Okay, whatever, oblivion I don't care That's how I'm living Im'a sing again Okay, okay, whatever, oblivion I ain't your average hip-hop/rock chick So start listening New to New York Just another demo with a pretty face Met a couple of kids on St. Marks That took me to this place (And then we) Dropped in an alley Started ba-ba-banging on the door The bouncer patted me down I give him a pound Walked right out into the floor (DJ) Mark Ronson (And somebody) Pharoah Monch Spun me 'round like a record, baby Spun me 'round there like a record, baby Get the f** up (Yeah) G-g-g-g-g-get the f** up Throw your hands to the sky And all my people in the back saying "It's alright" (Girls) Come on and expose your breasts to me (Ooh) We get you wild without the usage of ecstasy (Yeah) Hit the mosh pit, y'all, smack your head against the wall Wild out now 'cause we about to ball like... (yeah, yeah) Okay, whatever, oblivion I don't care That's how I'm living Im'a sing again Okay, okay, whatever, oblivion I ain't your average hip-hop/rock chick So keep listening Oh, new to New York Found a charter down on everyone I'm in dumb heals singing girls just wanna have fun Next thing I know I'm ba-ba-banging on the bar Now I must be drunk, telling everyone "I'm gonna be a star" Please, good times, don't k** me And the whole world, sing with me Put the record up for the revolution I'm gonna start it like this Get the f** up (Yeah) G-g-g-g-g-get the f** up Throw your hands to the sky And all my people in the back saying "It's alright" (Girls) Come on and expose your breasts to me (Ooh) We get you wild without the usage of ecstasy (Yeah) Hit the mosh pit, y'all, smack your head against the wall Wild out now 'cause we about to ball like... (yeah, yeah) Okay... Okay, whatever, oblivion I don't care That's how I'm living Pharoah, bring it in This is my word Every verse is superb From the hood to the 'burbs They can feel it from the jocks to the nerds You can feel it on the block, on the curb Pharoah Monch rock for the hip-hop cats Sparking the herb We break through like hallow tips and black talons I'm back wildin' on a track with Aimee Allen Disagree, from Sicily, she's the Sicilion And vocally you can feel she's a chameleon (la la la) The excecutioner, lower the noose down We 'bout to smack these rap clowns and get loose now like... (Yeah) Get the f** up (Yeah) G-g-g-g-g-get the f** up Throw your hands to the sky And all my people in the back saying "It's alright" (Girls) Come on and expose your breasts to me (Ooh) We get you wild without the usage of ecstasy (Yeah) Hit the mosh pit, y'all, smack your head against the wall Wild out now 'cause we about to ball like... (Come on, come on, come on) Get the f** up (Yeah) G-g-g-g-g-get the f** up Throw your hands to the sky And all my people in the back saying "It's alright" (Girls) Come on and expose your breasts to me (Ooh) We get you wild without the usage of ecstasy (Yeah) Hit the mosh pit, y'all, smack your head against the wall Wild out now 'cause we about to ball like... (yeah, yeah)