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