Billy Joel Lyrics

Kato on the track

Party in the front

Tornado in the back

I got 80 on the sack

Then I throw it to my boy Tom Brady with the pass

Set a trend, make him sick and than I feed them medicine

Pick apart the beat, like people pick apart the president

Home is where the heart is, that's a different type of residence

I don't hear him knocking

If I did, I wouldn't let him in

You gotta go, you gotta, you gotta, you gotta go,

You gotta go, you gotta, you gotta, you gotta go

How you supposed to know about it?

I murder every beat I'm on

I got no control about it

I could make a million songs

Fa-La, la, la, la, la, pardon me ma'am

Ill pick you up at 9, but I'm already on 10

Ohh Where have y'all been

I can hear em screaming, but fuck that

I can't hear them cause I'm busy dreaming

Fa-La, la, la, la, la, I'll chunk the deuces

I'll be the one to go so damn stupid

No don't do it

Each time it blows over, I'm one step closer to a superman soldier

DA DA DA DA

Who's the man now, what do you demand now?

I don't think you ever been sober

DA DA DA DA

How you supposed to taper off the drugs?

When you always penetrate the plug?

How you supposed to taper off the drugs

When you always penetrate the plug

That's a poor connection, I don't want any more affection

That's a poor connection, I don't want any more affection

Fa-la la la la

Okay, let me hear it back

Let go of my demons and I finally got my spirit back

Ego, we know, did a disappearing act

Eighty thou in the crowd, I know you're hearing that

You already know, that's what my goals be

Fourth quarter drive and I'm always in OT

Yippee-kayay I gotta climb slowly

I shoot my shot like Kobe

Okay, who's gotta go?

I'm on the road in my own pot of gold

For now I'm a man that nobody knows

And that's fine by me, cause your boy gotta grow

How you supposed to know about it

I murder every beat I'm on

I got no control about it

I could make a million songs

Fa-la la la la la pardon me ma'am

I'll pick you up at nine, but I'm already on ten

Kato on the track

Party in the front

Tornado in the back

I got 80 on the sack

Then I throw it to my boy Tom Brady with the pass

Set a trend, make him sick and than I feed them medicine

Pick apart the beat, like people pick apart the president

Home is where the heart is, that's a different type of residence

I don't hear him knocking

If I did, I wouldn't let him in