A day in the life of a Pittiful News writer

By Tyler Sikov

I wake up in the mornin’. I feel like P- Diddy.

I grab my glasses, I’m out the door, I’m gonna hit this city.

Before I leave, I brush my teeth with a bottle of Jack.

‘Cause when I leave for the night I ain’t comin’ back

I’m talkin’ pedicure on our toes toes, tryin’ on all our clothes clothes, boys blowin’ up our phones phones.

Drop-toppin’, playin’ our favorite CD’s, rolling’  up to the parties, tryna get a little bit tipsy.

Don’t stop, make it pop

DJ, blow my speakers up

Tonight, I’m-a fight, till we see the sunlight

Tick-tock, on the clock

But the party don’t stop, no (Woah-oh oh oh, Woah-oh oh oh)

Don’t stop, make it pop

DJ, blow my speakers up

Tonight, I’m-a fight, till we see the sunlight

Tick-tock, on the clock

But the party don’t stop, no (Whoa-oh oh oh, Whoa-oh oh oh)

I ain’t got a care in world, but I got plenty of beer.

I ain’t got no money in my pocket, but I’m already here.

And now, the dudes are lining up ’cause they hear we got swagger.

But we kick ’em to the curb unless they look like Mick Jagger.

I’m talkin’ about, everybody getting crunk, crunk, boys tryna touch my junk junk, gonna smack him if he getting too drunk drunk.

Now now we goin’ till they kick us out out or the police shut us down down, police shut us down down (Po-po shut us)

Don’t stop, make it pop

DJ, blow my speakers up

Tonight, I’m-a fight, till we see the sunlight

Tick-tock, on the clock

But the party don’t stop, no (Whoa-oh oh oh, Whoa-oh oh oh)

Don’t stop, make it pop

DJ, blow my speakers up

Tonight, I’m-a fight, till we see the sunlight

Tick-tock, on the clock

But the party don’t stop, no (Whoa-oh oh oh, Whoa-oh oh oh)

You build me up, You break me down.

My heart, it pounds, Yeah, you got me

With my hands up. You got me now,

You got that sound, Yeah, you got me.

You build me up, You break me down.

My heart, it pounds, Yeah, you got me

With my hands up. Put your hands up,

Put your hands up.

Now, the party don’t start till I walk in.

Don’t stop, make it pop

DJ, blow my speakers up

Tonight, I’m-a fight, till we see the sunlight

Tick-tock, on the clock

But the party don’t stop, no (Whoa-oh oh oh, Whoa-oh oh oh)

Don’t stop, make it pop

DJ, blow my speakers up

Tonight, I’m-a fight, till we see the sunlight

Tick-tock, on the clock

But the party don’t stop, no (Whoa-oh oh oh, Whoa-oh oh oh)

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