🎵 Shot In The Dark // by LK CORVUS

1 ContributorShot In The Dark Lyrics [Intro] Say fellas, did somebody mention The Darkness? You stupid fucking rat You sorry, insignificant piece of trash Oh Mickey, you're so fine You’re so fine, you blow my mind, hey Mickey, hey Mickey [Verse 1] In West Philadelphia born and raised On the playground is where I spent most of my days Chillin' out, maxin', relaxin’ all cool And all shootin' some b-ball outside of the school When a couple of guys who were up to no good Started makin' trouble in my neighborhood I got in one little fight and my mom got scared And said "You're movin' with your auntie and uncle in Bel-Air" I begged and pleaded with her day after day But she packed my suitcase and sent me on my way She gave me a kiss and then she gave me my ticket I put my Walkman on and said "I might as well kick it" [Pre-Chorus] First class, yo, this is bad Drinking orange juice out of a champagne glass Is this what the people of Bel-Air living like? Hmm, this might be all right [Chorus] Uptown girl She's been living in her uptown world I bet she's never had a backstreet guy I bet her momma never told her why I'm gonna try for an uptown girl [Verse 2] This here’s a jam for all the fellas Tryin’ to do what those ladies tell us Get shot down cause ya overzealous Play hard to get, females get jealous Okay smarty, go to a party Girls are scantily clad and showin' body A chick walks by, you wish you could sex her But you’re standing on the wall like you was Poindexter Next day's function, high class luncheon Food is served and you're stone-cold munchin' Music comes on, people start to dance But then you ate so much, you nearly split your pants [Pre-Chorus] A girl starts walking, guys start gawking Sits down next to you and starts talking Says she wants to dance ’cause she likes to groove So come on, fatso and just bust a move [Chorus] Uptown girl You know I've seen her in her uptown world She's getting tired of her high class toys And all the presents from her uptown boys She's got a choice Guitar! [Guitar Solo] [Pre-Chorus] Well you're the real tough cookie with a long history Of breaking little hearts like the one in me That's okay, let's see how you do it Put up your dukes, let's get down to it [Chorus] Hit me with your best shot Why don't you hit me with your best shot Hit me with your best shot Fire away Hit me with your best shot C'mon, hit me with your best shot Hit me with your best shot Fire away Hit me with your best shot Why don't you hit me with your best shot Hit me with your best shot Fire away [Outro] You deserve to get skewered right now You absolute scourge on humanity