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My cellular is jumping off
Run it up
That's a fact 
Bring it back 
Write a check
My Cellular is jumping off
Run it up 
That's a fact
Bring it Back

on road yah
On my lonely, uh
Got my money up
Hit my cellular, uh
It's euphoria
Get your money up
Get your dollar up
Get your money up, uh

Back on road yah

I get the bands they regular
Fuck what they telling ya
Bitches be hitting my cellular
I know some niggas that gone put a shell in ya
I been that

Hardware Store

Weird Al Yankovic

Poodle Hat

2003

pressed my nose right up against the glass
You know, I had to be first in line

Gonna get me a flashlight and a broom
Want a pair of pliers for every

As I stared at the glass across the dendritic ridges of frost
patterning naturally crystals crisis cross
and to live in the past is paradise lost

If you got a glass jaw you better watch your mouth
Feed on fear and doubt
Garbage in, garbage out
Turn anger inside out
When I see red
I don't think,

insulation, no insinuations for the chips I'm chasing
Now we face to face with eye contact, tryna hide the fact that I want that
Knowing damn well once I get

Is that candy or pink insulation?
Is that a rabbit or a plastic bag?
Are those diamonds or just broken glass?
Isn’t it wonderful that I have to ask?

ass a price

How old are these
I'm thinking 16
And what are they made of
Just glass and a screen
Are any them different
Not different you but they

often left behind
So sad for you I just do not have any time
To entertain you with the ones that I can still call mine
The insulation of my heart is

This thing I made
Now a tangled up mess
I toiled, I slaved
I was doing my best
Like soaked insulation, I held it all in
But like glass

plastic, I felt like a fool

Well heartbreakin' season's coming round again
I hope you won't get no ideas
Some people worry
But my glass is always half full

figures where there are none
I hear a voice
from inside me when my mouth is shut
the insulation of the silence
it is the sound within the womb

The weight

Handful of Rain

Savatage

Handful of Rain

1994

a handful of rain

Wash your women
In your whiskey
When your future's
In the past
And your staring
Up at heaven
From the bottom
Of a glass
And you

I've got a headache,
there's glass in the bed.  
A permanent bunk mate.  
My cellular's Dead.

I'm gonna be sick. 
The night pierced spear. 
It's my

Yeah, yeah, yeah
My head is spinning faster, tonight I'm your dancer
Pour another glass up, we can cut to the action
Taking off my fashion, every

Mexican Wine

Fountains of Wayne

Welcome Interstate Managers

2003

He was killed by a cellular phone explosion
They scattered his ashes across the ocean
The water was used to make baby lotion
The wheels

like it if you tried

The city at night 
We fill it with light
It feels bright
And we're moth to flame

We move glass houses
Oh so softly
Takes us years,

and moves
Jocking my groove
Hoes on my cellular
Buggin its cool
What you acting special for
Fucking up my mood (Shrock)

Dinner table convos
Always keep

y’all
Had to break the glass
She’ll get that axe if she get comfortable
Gotta block the contact if you give ya friend my cellular
Leave your friend

whip flipping
Glass imitating aerobics
Panel rally roof this bitch in
The back of me claustrophobic
Niggas pussy in my book tell
Em that was already

on
They always on my ting ting ting ting ting ting
No want hear me sing sing sing sing sing sing
But you no them lie pass
Rasta man ah frass
Cellular a ding

Proliferation, cellular complication

A trap in the gain, quit wrappin the shame, major impact
Gap in the name, collapsing the reign, bury the last
Now I'm

My brother got em for the low
Just hit up my cellular phone
Bitch you already know how that shit go

Bitch you already know how that shit

(CoupDeMane)