| Radio broadcast station, information, patient
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| Fill out the files with styles
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| On point like a banker, Ra (And don’t stop)
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| Can’t allow the clam chowder fish bones to block
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| Mad vision of one, day chillin', havin' fun
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| So I eat to the beat, till the job is done
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| Stay willin' to grow (Exactly how you know)
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| It’s the matic gloss finish on stage at a show
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| Out in mountain scenery, catch me and fetch me
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| A mic to hype, and put an end to all treachery
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| That exist, it’s times like this
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| I whisk over the beat and have fun
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| And have fun, have fun
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| Have, have, have fun!
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| See, the joke’s been on me so long that I’m strong
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| And ready to have lots of fun on my song
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| In particular, not all that extra-curricular
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| Tension, convention, sorry, wrong extension
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| Hang the fuck up and call back tomorrow
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| Avodin' all grief, stress, failure and horror
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| Sun rise in my eyes, bright skies
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| Cellular internet, now the right size
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| With the pay-per-view, all I’m seein' comes true
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| To the rhyme combine with the key and drums, too
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| Interact with ya speakers, put taps on ya sneakers
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| To save yo' soul, that’s if you try to roll
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| You can get crazy buckwild and act dumb
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| And I’ll just watch from right here and have fun
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| From early in the mornin' till the day is done
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| All I wanna do is just get mine and have fun
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| And workin' ain’t shit if your job is some-
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| Thing that you gotta do where you don’t have fun |