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Lady (Um humm) |
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Oh baby (Um humm) |
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My sweet baby (Um humm) |
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You're the one (Fury) |
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[Hook] |
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Lady (Oh yeah) |
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Oh, baby (oh yeah) |
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My sweet baby (oh yeah) |
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You're the one |
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Uh huh... I know |
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[Verse One] |
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Well it's Mr. Obituary, put beats in a cemetery |
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I rip a beat to pieces, like sheets in a dictionary |
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The teachers try tried to teach me but I was sleepin' in every class |
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I never passed, it didn't seem necessary |
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I'm super psychedelic |
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I'm smokin' weed with the fairies |
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And if drugs are bad, throw away every CD you carry |
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Cause drugs have inspired every musical visionary |
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And this ain't even the album |
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So the thought alone should be scary |
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I do this for the geeks who feel they need to compare me |
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I swear I'll push this button, give me a reason or dare me |
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And everything gets blown and everybody gets buried |
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And there you have it, I shot the track like Berry |
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[Hook] |
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Lady (oh yeah) |
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Oh, baby (oh yeah) |
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Oh, baby (oh yeah) |
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Oh, baby (oh yeah) |
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My, my baby (oh yeah) |
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Oh, baby (oh yeah) |
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My sweet baby (oh yeah) |
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You're the one |
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I know, I know, I know, haha |
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[Verse Two] |
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They tryin' figure out, what's my business incentive |
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I'm simply tryin' speak to who or whatever will listen |
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And reach out to the kids who the doctor prescribed with Ritalin |
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So this for all of my aliens and all the Indigo Children |
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And anyone who said I would never see this position |
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Allow me to drop my pants and turn around for you to kiss it |
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Huh |
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But that was the motivation I needed for me to get it |
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And this has been a Bobby Ray Power Point presentition |
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I mean... presentation... |
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Aww, whatever you don't care |
