Don't Know Where to Start Songtext
von Brian McKnight
Don't Know Where to Start Songtext
Midnight at the valet
He already knows he got to keep me up front
Head-nod to security
Holdin′ back the crowd as he opens the rope
Hear the fella's spittin′ hate-orade
Before my crew can even get through the door
It's alright, 'cause it′s the weekend
And there′s a party, for sure
All the shorty's are here tonight
Just left the shop, and my wig is tight
I might not dance but maybe I might
Everything′s gonna be alright
There's a coupla things up in here
The music′s bangin' loud and clear
The temperature′s risin'
Just about to pop
There's so much goin′ on
I don′t know where to start
I don't know where
I don′t know where
I don't know where to start
Inside, I see the Lakers and Clippers
Everybody says: Whoo
′Cause they know I got pro-range
And a handle that can shake you from go
Thank God it's Friday
And a fresh one just poured me a drink
Now I know what they meant
When they say it′s good to be the king
All the shorty's are here tonight
Just left the shop, and my wig is tight
I might not dance but maybe I might
Everything's gonna be alright
There′s a coupla things up in here
The music′s bangin' loud and clear
The temperature′s risin'
Just about to pop
There′s so much goin' on
I don′t know where to start
I don't know where
I don't know where
I don′t know where to start
Tonight, I don′t mind playin'
I ain′t been in here lately
Look at all these fine ladies
I'm about to go blind
Look at all the junk she′s packin'
I′m about to blow a gasket
Man, I'm glad I brought some plastic
I can cover my head
Let me regain my composure
I don't want to look like Rover
Make my eye contact, it′s over
I might contact two this time
′Cause tonight I'm livin′ in a fantasy
My own little nasty world
Tonight, I gotta find me a freak
My own little nasty girl
There's a coupla things up in here
The music′s bangin' loud and clear
The temperature′s risin'
Just about to pop
There's so much goin′ on
I don′t know where to start
There's a coupla things up in here
The music′s bangin' loud and clear
The temperature′s risin'
Just about to pop
There′s so much goin' on
I don't know where to start
I dont know where
I dont know where
I dont know where
Don′t know where to start
He already knows he got to keep me up front
Head-nod to security
Holdin′ back the crowd as he opens the rope
Hear the fella's spittin′ hate-orade
Before my crew can even get through the door
It's alright, 'cause it′s the weekend
And there′s a party, for sure
All the shorty's are here tonight
Just left the shop, and my wig is tight
I might not dance but maybe I might
Everything′s gonna be alright
There's a coupla things up in here
The music′s bangin' loud and clear
The temperature′s risin'
Just about to pop
There's so much goin′ on
I don′t know where to start
I don't know where
I don′t know where
I don't know where to start
Inside, I see the Lakers and Clippers
Everybody says: Whoo
′Cause they know I got pro-range
And a handle that can shake you from go
Thank God it's Friday
And a fresh one just poured me a drink
Now I know what they meant
When they say it′s good to be the king
All the shorty's are here tonight
Just left the shop, and my wig is tight
I might not dance but maybe I might
Everything's gonna be alright
There′s a coupla things up in here
The music′s bangin' loud and clear
The temperature′s risin'
Just about to pop
There′s so much goin' on
I don′t know where to start
I don't know where
I don't know where
I don′t know where to start
Tonight, I don′t mind playin'
I ain′t been in here lately
Look at all these fine ladies
I'm about to go blind
Look at all the junk she′s packin'
I′m about to blow a gasket
Man, I'm glad I brought some plastic
I can cover my head
Let me regain my composure
I don't want to look like Rover
Make my eye contact, it′s over
I might contact two this time
′Cause tonight I'm livin′ in a fantasy
My own little nasty world
Tonight, I gotta find me a freak
My own little nasty girl
There's a coupla things up in here
The music′s bangin' loud and clear
The temperature′s risin'
Just about to pop
There's so much goin′ on
I don′t know where to start
There's a coupla things up in here
The music′s bangin' loud and clear
The temperature′s risin'
Just about to pop
There′s so much goin' on
I don't know where to start
I dont know where
I dont know where
I dont know where
Don′t know where to start
Writer(s): Brian Kelly Mcknight, Nathaniel D. Hale, Kevin Gilliam Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com