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