6:30 come, I'm waiting on the floor   Waiting for me Mary, no, Mary Tyler Moore   I love her, she love no one else   I say, I could be your master, you could serve yourself      I do this thing, I do, I run inside your brain   I know you can't feel it 'cause you feel no the pain   I say a 1, a 1, 2, 3   Diggity-doo, come and watch      Oh, na, na, na   Feels good when it should   Oh, na, na, na   (Another junkie in the neighborhood)      One lost soul drifting out to sea   But if ya got vanilla style   (Bo, bo)   It feels good, that's understood, but don't forget      No love for pepper posse and I'll make that bet   That you ain't got no style, ain't got no reggae   And there are words that I just don't say   Take a pick, you've got a selection   But if you want some of this protection      Oh, na, na, na   Feels good, when it should   Sit back it takes a while      Listen, there are stories tales and lies   Some attract rumors, some attract lies   Got this coffee, so bring me your cup   One more pot so we can stay up      Understand, that there must be more in this band   You think you could, well I know I can   So watcha want, paper or plastic?   Take all you need 'cause we're sick of that shit