Lyrics:
worry I'll be fine foolish pride
Exercise your mind, exercise your mind
Exercise your mind, exercise your mind
Exercise your mind, exercise your mind
bakazi, muli maningi na pride
Arguin all the time, why you wanna cross that line?
You over there mind your business, ala....Auntie, Exercise
Exercise, drink
I'ma just go
And then we'll figure it out from there
They say form follows function
And if you just function properly things will form themselves
You're now locked in to PacmanTV mH Beats
Drill Kartel
The objective of this exercise is to get your
Knees up as high in the air as
You can, so start
never prevail
I can't post too often
I'm posted by the wall, a poster child
For being the person who 'posed to be vocal
And hold a smile
Time to drop
(Bring your favorite bottle to the function)
(Hey)
She said she wanna grab a couple drinks
I'm tryna grind on you, what you think?
She told a brotha
on dat dumb shit
We on dat dumb (Cobi)
Can't really function
Hold' up bitch, yeah you know you don't want this
We on some dumb shit
We on some dumb (Culo)
the last they'll see of you
Exercise your disguise
Find time to cauterize
This is a hopeless point of view
But if our home is truly gone
This is the last
Mark volman (vocals)
Howard kaylan (vocals)
Ian underwood (keyboards, woodwinds)
Aynsley dunbar (drums)
George duke (keyboards, trombone)
Martin
Bad Bitches at the function
But they brain never function
Ok I don't understand
How the devil your man
Still trying to make plans
With the man
what would happen if that woulda been me?
All this shit so we could be free, so dig it, y'all.
(Cee-lo vocals)
I'm thinkin' of Assata, yes.
Listen to my
Distracts from abuses
Gotta stand
Gotta fight
Gotta exercise our right
Gotta move into the light
Can't back off
Can't back down
We will not be pushed around
happening to our friends get it?
That nasty epidemic of tech upon humans
Look at all us instead of a god human
We can't even function proper without tech
luck had Changed
When that good girl got it she really got something she making me lose all my damn Functions
Said a good girl got she really got
beasts
The finesse of the West, the masterpiece of the East
Hah, the boss of course
As the lord of our fort
The ones with the platinum vocal chords
Mark volman (vocals)
Howard kaylan (vocals)
Ian underwood (keyboards, woodwinds)
Aynsley dunbar (drums)
George duke (keyboards, trombone)
Martin
If you worry
Nigga keep yo distance
Now i step inside da function
All my diamonds glisten
You ain't turn the fucking knob
Now the water tripping
I
can exercise you, you can get a
When I lean back, don't dance, give me
Killa got that heat
We know killas in the street
With the heat that make you feel
Vocal chords get beat up, find me
Sippin' on some honey tea
Been soaking up some sunny vibes
And buzzin' with the honey bees
I'm more playful in
thousand other days just like today
Velvet something brushes me
Refreshes me
Repels me
It's over before it starts
But the exercise feeds the beast
Bleeds
Lyrical exercise you exercise minimal pitiful with your inner thighs
You idiot killing is imminent and you been advised
The rest of you mini sized
I stagger in the gathering possessed by a patter-in
That be scattering
Over the global my vocals be traveling unraveling my abdomen
It's slime
busting Like a beeper vocal Combustion I'm busting disgusting on citas
I'm pooing on these
Haters with some feces
Excuse me for being a little Indecent you
his function and how does he lead you?
He directs us by with signals various vocal noises.
Vocal noises? vat are some of the noises?
Eh, peep.
Peep?
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