Can't Relive The Party

Song: Can't Relive The Party

Album: Toussaint Morrison Is Not My Boyfriend

Artist: Toussaint Morrison

Written by Toussaint Morrison

Released August 21, 2012

ref: http://toussaintmorrison.bandcamp.com/track/cant-relive-the-party-2

You may not know me

But I know you

And I’m aware how strange that sounds

Y’see, we cross paths

Every Thursday at 2

Goin’ to class to make ya mama proud

I ain’t the type’a guy

You’d usually hang around

Baby, I got potential

It’s in due time

So let’s not waste now

Come and skip class with me

I’ll take ya to the wrong side of the street

Take ya down to the places your mama calls “hood”

The same places I call home and spent childhood

Where time seems to slow down- slow down

Until you can feel the earth beneath you goin’ round and round

I can see the crazy in your eyes growin’ brighter

With every word that flies from my mouth

And I know, this may sound irrational, but

You can’t go wrong livin’ by the motto

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Chorus

You can always retake the class

But you can’t relive the party

You can always retake the class

But you can’t relive the party

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I seen them other guys that you keep tame

And in steady control like your hair and your GPA

It’s a shame you were never the one

To ride your bike no-hands in the summer just coastin’

Tell me the last time you smiled just because

Somethin’ happened without you havin’ planned it

Yeah- Girl, it’s time to let go and let the handle bars do the dancin’

Chorus

Look hurr little bookworm

We doin’ this or not? Click “deny” or “confirm”

I know ya think I’m just kickin’ hype prose

Like the rest’a them Ghastons and Federline Jones’

But I ain’t got all the time in the free world

To be hollerin’ at just any library girl

Struck me like a Scott Hall dropkick

NWO- the new young hotness

I only make moves on a whim

Let’s take this road trip to the middle of Wisconsin-

California- even New Orleans

Party ‘til dawn, wake up and watch adult swim

Oh, you were headed to the bookstore?

‘Bout to drop a couple hundred on text books?

Ma, we could flip that money two-fold

Throw a house party, charge 5 for the keg cups

You rep honor roll, I rep Delta Chi

You say “dope fresh”, I say “hella fly”

Baby, we’re isotopes, different nuclei

On the same table, forever livin’ by

Chorus