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 your 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 you're not poisonous pill bitch
(Day one) A and glistening (Day three) The sun is shining on a beach (Day six) A train that whistling (Day ten) And I don't want to see you off
We know the crunk Indie choking chimeny-sweeper Turn up your The we play 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 chapel and (Day three) The sun is on a perfect beach (Day six) A train isn't whistlin' (Day ten) And I don't to see you off again
We the most crunk Indie city choking up your radio The song we play blow the speakers
Don't stop To let know What been missing Turn the on The song we will blow the system
We know the most city choking chimeny-sweeper Turn up radio The song we play blow the speakers
stop whistlin' To let them What been missing your jukebox up The song we play will blow the
No ones been, no been The cherry in eye And it's burning my skin Carrying, The back to work
But that should be the thing No ones been, no been The I've been Building you cabinet
burying Those heroes as they're But that should be the last