Text: Forever The Sickest Kids. Weekend: Friday. Hip Hop Chick.

Rollin' down the boulevard
Lookin' for a rebound
Divin' into every bar in
Main street downtown
What was I thinking?
I shouldn't be drinking 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 thinking?
I shouldn't be dancing at all

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

She hadn't heard of Zeppelin
I don't listen to Jay-Z
Whether this will last is a definite maybe
She's changing my swagger
I can't be mad at her for that

She took a piece of my heart
Put a piece around my neck
She laughed at my Soulja boy dance (Tell em!)
What was I thinking
trying to be something I'm not?

She's worth it!


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

Call me crazy
Call me out
I'm in love
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 dancing you'd be down
It's complicated
I'm frustrated
Falling deeper in it
Get over it
Don't ask me why I'm with
A hip hop chick (ch-ch-chick.... etc)
A hip hop chick (ch-ch-chick.... etc)
A hip hop chick