3 oh [x12]
I, m a hit you from
Chokechain
I'm not coming to your party
Shake, shake it, shake it like you
Put your hands up
Take that, take that
Motherfucker fake rap
I'm a hit you from the back
Choke-chokechain
I'm hott, baby you're hott
Poisonous pill
Punk-punk-punk-pu-punk-punkbitch!
Colorado!
(Day one) A chapel and it's glistening
(Day three) The sun is shining on a perfect beach
(Day six) The train is whistling
(Day ten) And I don't want to see you off again
We know the most crunk indie, city choking chimney sweepers
Turn up your radio, the song we play will blow the speakers
Don't stop whistling, to let them know what they've been missing
Turn your jukebox on, the song we play will blow the system
(Day one) A chapel and it's glistening
(Day three) The sun is shining on a perfect beach
(Day six) The train is whistling
(Day ten) And I don't want to see you off again
We know the most crunk indie, city choking chimney sweepers
Turn up your radio, the song we play will blow the speakers
Don't stop whistlin', to let them know what they've been missing
Turn your jukebox on, the song we play will blow the system
We know the most crunk indie, city choking chimney sweepers
Turn up your radio, the song we play will blow the speakers
Don't stop whistlin', to let them know what they've been missing
Turn your jukebox on, the song we play will blow the system
No one's been, no one's been
The chariot that I've been
And it's burning under my skin
Carrying, carrying
The lady back to working
That should be the first thing
No one's been, No one's been
Ohhh
The carpenter that I've been
Building you this cabin
Burying, burying
Those heroes as they're gasping
That should be the last thing