Lyrics:
Sometimes we had to be like a warrior in battle Fighting all our fears To many wounded hearts keep filling up the fidges And nearly disappear
Greasing my status Wolly Smith want to change gears One-to one-to three-four man slappin' five People in the back fidge your face, while I rip it live I
with this kid I'm sick of it, getting tormented as I fidge Quit messing around with my class I'll show you why we are the best Kicking you straight
I'm a road runner I gotta get it, I don't care if the snow coming They wanna see Young Fidge, so the show coming I'm out here with a stick like Paul
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