It's like it always rains when I run on my brain

The chitter chatter's got me shattered

And I feel like I'm scattered now

I'm battered

Knocked down to the concrete

Because of cruising past that parking lot on 17th street

That's where me and my girl locked in a backseat bliss

I can't believe that all this bullshit started up with a kiss

It's like all my dreams they turn into a life

And now I'm feelin' like I'm sittin' on the edge on a knife

Woah now woah hey woah say woah

I wanna tell her that I love her but I don't all the time

Woah now woah hey woah say woah

It's got me drinking and I'm thinking as I drive through the light

Staring out through the windshield wipers

Then it hits me like a shot from the sniper!

Judy that baby ain't got my eyes

I wonder whose eyes they is

Yeah, judy that baby ain't got my smile

I wonder whose smile that is, yeah'

Shit had me fool proof

But I'm the fool with the proof

It's just an urban legend if ya think that you'll be happy

The truth is that la vida loca was all about you creepy sneaking

Yeah yeah

You got me drinkin' yo

You got the luscious johnson

You got the magic bone

Now you don't get no money like the lawyer said on the phone

I come to ransack your shack

Your suburb

Your Cadillac

Full custody

I'll take it all back!

Woah now woah hey woah say woah

I wanna tell her that I love her but I don't all the time

Woah now woah hey woah say woah

I got the feeling that I'm living at the scene of a crime

Staring out through the windshield wipers

Then it hits me like a shot from the sniper!

Judy that baby ain't got my eyes

I wonder whose eyes they is

Yeah

Judy that baby ain't got my smile

I wonder whose smile that is

Yeah'

It's no use, it's no use'

Woah now woah hey woah say woah

I wanna tell her that I love her but I don't all the time

Woah now woah hey woah say woah

I got the feeling like I'm living at the scene of a crime

Woah now woah hey woah say woah

I coulda sworn that I was tripping it was such a surprise

Woah now woah hey woah say woah

And now my grip is kinda slipping while my little one cries

Staring out through the windshield wipers

Then it hits me like a shot from the sniper

Judy that baby ain't got my eyes

I wonder whose eyes they is

(Those eyes see)

Yeah

Judy that baby ain't got my smile

(Ain't got my smile)

I wonder whose smile that is

(I wonder)

Yeah

Judy that baby ain't got my style

(That baby)

(That baby)

I wonder whose style that is

(Woah I wonder)

Yeah

Judy that baby just ain't my child

(It ain't my child)

I wonder whose child that is

I know it ain't mine'

It must be his, his his his

It must be his, yeeeeaaah'