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I'm 'a hit you from the I'm not coming to your Shake it, shake it, shake it like Get your up Take-take
fucker fake rap I'm 'a hit you the back Choke I'm hot baby not poisonous pill Punk-punk-punk-pu-punk-punk
(Day one) A chapel and (Day three) The sun is on a perfect beach (Day six) A train isn't whistling (Day ten) And I don't want to see you off
We know the most city choking chimeny-sweeper Turn up radio The we play will blow the speakers
Don't whistlin' To let them what they've been missing Turn the on The song we play will blow the
(Day one) A and glistening (Day three) The sun is on a perfect beach (Day six) A that isn't whistlin' (Day ten) And I want to see you off again
We know the crunk Indie choking chimeny-sweeper Turn up your The we play will blow the speakers
Don't whistlin' To let know What they've been Turn the on The we play will blow the system
We know the crunk Indie city choking Turn up radio The song we play will the speakers
Don't stop To let them they've been missing Turn jukebox up The song we play will blow the
No ones been, no been The in that eye And burning under my skin Carrying, The lady to work
But that should be the first No ones been, no been The I've been you this cabinet
Burying Those heroes as they're But should be the last thing