too much it's so over-barring, always staring say goodbye to what you are to what you know, it's all about to go a life worth less than zero, 1, 2, 3 everyone wake up on
up on your stereo Whether night or day, non-stop you'll play And you know you still want more So find a honey that's standing on the wall All the girls
me? Got bigger balls to chase waterfalls with Chili Explore on four wheels or foot, I bring it to that ass over the hook So when you slip, gots it, I ride up on
come test realize you're no contest Son, I'm the gun that won that old Wild West Quick on the draw with my hands on the four Nine three eleven with
that stereo Even when the speakers blow D I Y Just meet me up in paradise Whatever it takes To carry you away It all comes down to actions Four, three
time, my country ass Come on Meet me in the boy's bathroom (Come on) Meet me in the boy's bathroom (Come on) Meet me in the boy's bathroom (Come on
waves Finally came through but came in mono Frequencies I kept on fighting Satelliting what I was writing Three years, finally got through Came through in stereo
is orange after you wash it three or four times In a tub but that's normal' ain't it Norman? Serial killer hidin' murder material In a cereal box on top of your stereo
no sense just standin' around Come on everybody, let's all hang out Yeah, and doowutwelike From a lime to a lemon, a lemon to a lime Come on, young ladies
Ricans, do the Humpty Hump, just keep on doin' the hump Samoans, do the Humpty Hump, do the Humpty Hump Let's get stoopid! {Chorus} Oh, yeah, come on
, don't get your grey matter punched up 'til you hunched, talk-talkin like you punch drunk One love - two maybe if I'm drunk enough Naked watchin three
That we weathering together and this the first time That I've ever considered wedding rings but first things first yo I met her at the bar rolling with three
clever tells the pear on his quest with the terrorist sending MC to the therapist my microphone will be a family heirloom hmm, awaits a white rappers dominate rappers on
, Lord forgive me, Ms Sally shouted Tracey got shot in the face, my house was overcrowded You fake cats done heard it first on how I shitted on your
off her feet (Feet) Took her down on the couch Before I had a chance to speak (Speak) Skeeted all in her mouth And then we went for round three (Three
, time keeps on slipping) Who's the man? (The Heavster, time keeps on slipping) Who's the man? (The Heavster, time keeps on slipping) Who's the man? (The Heavster, time keeps on
[Chorus] What is that.. in the stereo That's Acey/A.C. - Automatic Control What is that.. in the stereo AHHH!That's Acey/A.C. - Automatic Control
