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