Billy Joel

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Kato on the track
Party in the front
Tornado in the back
I got 80 on the sack
Then I throw it to my boy Tom Brady with the pass
Set a trend, make him sick and than I feed them medicine
Pick apart the beat, like people pick apart the president
Home is where the heart is, that's a different type of residence
I don't hear him knocking
If I did, I wouldn't let him in
You gotta go, you gotta, you gotta, you gotta go,
You gotta go, you gotta, you gotta, you gotta go
How you supposed to know about it?
I murder every beat I'm on
I got no control about it
I could make a million songs
Fa-La, la, la, la, la, pardon me ma'am
Ill pick you up at 9, but I'm already on 10
Ohh Where have y'all been
I can hear em screaming, but f*ck that
I can't hear them cause I'm busy dreaming
Fa-La, la, la, la, la, I'll chunk the deuces
I'll be the one to go so damn stupid
No don't do it
Each time it blows over, I'm one step closer to a superman soldier
DA DA DA DA
Who's the man now, what do you demand now?
I don't think you ever been sober
DA DA DA DA
How you supposed to taper off the drugs?
When you always penetrate the plug?
How you supposed to taper off the drugs
When you always penetrate the plug
That's a poor connection, I don't want any more affection
That's a poor connection, I don't want any more affection
Fa-la la la la
Okay, let me hear it back
Let go of my demons and I finally got my spirit back
Ego, we know, did a disappearing act
Eighty thou in the crowd, I know you're hearing that
You already know, that's what my goals be
Fourth quarter drive and I'm always in OT
Yippee-kayay I gotta climb slowly
I shoot my shot like Kobe
Okay, who's gotta go?
I'm on the road in my own pot of gold
For now I'm a man that nobody knows
And that's fine by me, cause your boy gotta grow
How you supposed to know about it
I murder every beat I'm on
I got no control about it
I could make a million songs
Fa-la la la la la pardon me ma'am
I'll pick you up at nine, but I'm already on ten
Kato on the track
Party in the front
Tornado in the back
I got 80 on the sack
Then I throw it to my boy Tom Brady with the pass
Set a trend, make him sick and than I feed them medicine
Pick apart the beat, like people pick apart the president
Home is where the heart is, that's a different type of residence
I don't hear him knocking
If I did, I wouldn't let him in

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