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'cause your talents' missing
And you've got less to say
Than motherfucking Maggie Simpson and, uhm
Henry Pollard, Are we having fun yet?
Got Murdoch

Robert Pollard, the music is there
You can sleep all day, or hide anywhere
But the big refrains, the heaven sounds and holy strains fall on you like

the green machine rolls like a monster truck
Duane crashes in like a thunder cloud Faf at the base the ball pops out
It's Faf to Pollard, Pollard to De

is a champion
Pollard is a champion
Lara is a champion
Gayle is a champion
Don't forget
Michel Jordan, Obama a champion
Mandela a champion,

healthy 

A vid with Beyoncé, I did it already

Turning heads bend the neck like Pedretti 

And the blessings are coming in heavy

Face is new, what it do?

as uninformed as you are
Too impatient
To pick up a book
To go beyond
The past repeats itself
Cause' you too lazy to dream on
Instead you dance 
To the same damn

down giving my pity, cannot get off of my horse
This is my course, wearing designer to floss
Miracle, miracle whips are the sauce, that is your loss,

to the U, to the X, to the
U, to the R, to the Y, club Luxury
L to the U, to the X, to the
U, to the R, to the Y, club Luxury
Luh, luh, luh, luh, Luxury
Luh,

TRANSISTORIZER

COMPUTER ROOMS + CASINO SLOT MACHINES
INTRO MUSIC ATOM PARTICLES TRACK

[The Soul Stealers are around in the pollution air]

AFTER

scones
Big fuck to Omicron
We had freedom, now it's gone
Our foreign secretary broke the rules
Left his family and moved on
These restrictions are never

are lighter with the fire, I want a match
He be like naw I'm bout it, bro how you get at that
Like these bitches tryin' rap
They on't get they time

The well-trodden way

Life can be so hard
When you're not looking
The lenses are scratched now
And we are contained
Pages turned, lit by torches burning
Until only

was a seat at the table of rock 'n roll
If Robert Pollard taught me anything, it's that I'm an incurable.

And these voices are gonna guide me, 'til I

song (Work it)

Here's a list of things that I love from the 2000s, are you ready?
We'll start with Paris Hilton
Flavor of Love
Tiffany New York fuckin'

Tony Pollard with the fumble
Better than you if we scuffle
Too many sacks of cash
Baggin' by the bundle
Sippin' somethin' subtle
If we spliffin' make it

You know what it is man
It's your boy Pollard
I be on my naruto vibe and shit n***a
All day everyday I keep it one hunned
Now I've been having some

she ain't know
Bitch, I've been plotted
Find the lane, I'm runnin' through the middle

Like I'm Tony Pollard
Green is still in my pockets
Shooting