Текст: Forever The Sickest Kids. The Weekend: Friday - EP. Hip Hop Chick.

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Rollin' down the boulevard, lookin' for a rebound;
Divin' into every bar, Main Street downtown.
What was I thinkin'?
I shouldn't be drinkin' alone.

Stumbled to this club that I was never really hip to,
Dressed a little different than the girls that I was into.
What was I thinkin'?
I shouldn't be dancin' at all.

Oh no, my friends don't get it. (get it, get it.)
(I'm in love.)
Don't ask me why I'm with, a hip-hop chick.
A hip-hop chick.
A hip-hop chick.

She's never heard of Zeppelin, I don't listen to Jay-Z,
Whether this'll last is a definite "maybe."
She's changin' my swagger,
I can't be mad at her, for that.

She took a piece of my heart,
Put a piece 'round my neck;
She laughed at my Soulja Boy dance. (Tell 'em.)
What was I thinkin',
Tryin' to be something I'm not?..
She's worth it.

Oh no, my friends don't get it. (get it, get it.)
(I'm in love.)
Oh no, but if you saw her dancin', you'd be down.
It's complicated, I'm frustrated.
Fallin' deeper in it, get over it.
Don't ask me why I'm with, a hip-hop chick.
A hip-hop chick.
A hip-hop chick.

Call me crazy, call me out:
I'm in love and I can't help it.
She's the hottest; yeah, she's money.
She's perfect for me.

Oh no, my friends don't get it!
I'm in love!
Oh no, but if you saw her dancin', you'd be down.
It's complicated, I'm frustrated.
Fallin' deeper in it, get over it.
Don't ask me why I'm with, a hip-hop chick.
A hip-hop chick.
A hip-hop chick.
A hip-hop chick.