Lyrics:
think you can,
Do it to the music--that's the Bartman.
Everybody, if you can, do the Bartman.
Whoa!
Shake your body, turn it out if you can, man.
Like magnets we attract
Those with
Qualities we lack
The pull is oh so true
But I can’t keep myself away from you
I’m mesmerized by the things you do
represent the pain!
Music's still my Lover; I been doing her from day!
Raising levels Every step along the way!
Music Is My Hustle Fam I do this for the pay!
Mister
Mister Duckworth
I hope this is worth your time
I'm up at 3am, trying to capture what's on my mind
I'm writing from motherland where we're
from the Hindenburg
(Stuarts Cooks and Servants etc.)
oder
Schwenk zum Broadway (Big Szenario)
spoken:
New York New York New York
They sing: Boys
ok
And I can dance better than any kid n' play
Play that funky music Come on Come on
Play that funky music, white boy
truly do this
Like what else I got to do
There he go chasing dreams like he do
When they're asking the kid what he do
I say look
I do this
Like what else
just let the music come from the soul
So every single kid can stay on the floor
We've got a brand new dance (come on), we gotta move your muscle
Brand
I should grab a hundred content
Creators from near and far
Put 'em on a track
Call it a "Rap Battle Royale" in fact
I'm actually going to go and do
'Cause this ain't Broadway
I'll remind ya, I require
Time to re-stoke proverbial fire
And retire, a la playa
Because life is a beach anyway
I'm
an award they tell me that I'm too blessed
Honestly it just excited my family
I just hide the medicine inside of the candy
Get cured by the music blasting
are the same
Everywhere sometimes music
Movies and books are the only things that let
Us feel like someone else feels like
We do i've always tried
not even debatable
I'm gettin' so rich, my music's not even relatable
I blow a head up, it's an inflatable
Baby blue G class, I feel like a kid again
pollinated by the "Be"
Pac called it the rose that rose from concrete
How do you define divine that finds street?
"Hip bop," the color of my leaves
Not
wanna do? (Party!)
Nat The Cat, you're in the house tonight, what you wanna do? (Party!)
Donald-D is in the place to be, what you wanna do? (Party!)
Or even if you're from the West or East coast
I'd like to thank all of you, save the most
Don't diss each other by sayin' who's better
Just do it
the feat of making
Even The Fugs music sound sweet
With the least musical folk-rock
Racket in history
Far from the West Coast hippy scene
New York
'Daddy, what's a train?'
When I was just a boy and living by the track
Us kids would gather up the coal in big 'ole gunnysacks
Then we heard the warning
people
Real programming directors with
Wives and kids that love music
That can’t play what they
Want to play because
They’ve been paid to play that
to Quincy Jones
At John Legend’s wedding
And you do music, you can do anything once
You learn how to produce, you’re a producer
You understand textures
plaything
Don’t wanna stop this love we’re making
Scratches down my back and hickies up yours
Fuck from shower, counter, bed, and now floor
Oh who goes there,
to send me pictures of the Broadway nights
And I'd send him some homemade wine
But he was killed by a man with a switchblade knife
For forty-three
And do thatdance, until it don't move,
Doowutchyalike,
Sometimes I bite.
Now if you're hungry, get yourself something to eat,
And if you're dirty,
and prove,
And do thatdance, until it don't move,
Doowutchyalike,
Sometimes I bite.
Now if you're hungry, get yourself something to eat,
And if you're
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