Django (feat. Too Many T's)

First things first we’ve been close for years
Whenever I played you opened your ears
Asked me to teach you n I would slip you beers
We’d play all night how’d we get to here
'Cause I carried your bags and your rags and your riches
We had each others backs back then when we were big kids
But you just took it all for granted and ditched me
Switched when I asked you to include me in the picture

It aint
It aint all about you
I really like things you do
But you blow your own horn you talk n talk

It aint
It aint all about you
I really like things you do
But why’d you treat me like you do
Why’d you treat me like you do

Listen now, we were dealt the same hand
But ya come running to me too quick, wanting a push for your band
I showed you the ropes, it’s up to you to make the most of it
And be your own man I ain’t holding your hand no more

I know you wont because you must be needing both hands
The way you been blowing your own trumpet n jumping up to your own dance
Its so sad 'cause we’re so close but now you don’t even seem notice me you’re stuck so far up your own ass

It aint
It aint all about you
I really like things you do
But you blow your own horn you talk n talk

It aint
It aint all about you
I really like things you do
But why’d you treat me like you do
Why’d you treat me like you do

This getting silly little brother ask our mother
Got a call from my drummer said he’s gunna run and play with ya
Well I’ve got another already man a better on
Lets go head to head man and see who’s the better son

So typical so competitive
I’ll take up your offer give you some of your own medicine
You’re hearts darker than a pint of Guinness
I'm stepping up n I aint leaving till you’re finished

It aint
It aint all about you
I really like things you do
But you blow your own horn you talk n talk

It aint
It aint all about you
I really like things you do
But why’d you treat me like you do
Why’d you treat me like you do

Ladies and gentlemen
Django Rinehardt
Goes up against his little brother D'anglo Rinehardt
In a sound clash to musical death!
Lots of images folks!
Get tickets now!

D'anglo's stolen his brother's drummer!
No love lost, it can go straight to stringing!
Fist-to-fist!
The loser can't hide
And the winner takes all the pride!

It aint
It aint all about you
I really like things you do
But you blow your own horn you talk n talk

It aint
It aint all about you
I really like things you do
But why’d you treat me like you do
Why’d you treat me like you do

Reports coming from the grand bowl here!
Where we saw Django and D'anglo Rinehardt
Come toe-to-toe musically
And then physically blow-to-blow!
After what was one of the great musical shows
Of our time, with both brothers in their prime
Losing their cool, and then losing their minds!
Both pulled out quite the considerable sharp knife
And in the aftermath
What can only be described as a post-musical bloodbath
Something happened that no man could have ever planned
Both brothers severed both their hands!