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