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