Lyrics:
Fax machine, fax machine, fax machine (Big fax boy)
Fax machine, fax machine, fax machine (Big fax)
Fax machine, fax machine, fax machine (Big fax)
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My life a dream, see me stacking cream,
'Bout my paper like a Fax Machine
My life a dream, see me stacking cream,
'Bout my paper like a Fax Machine
Must be something in the paper
My heart quavers from the papers
Something bout that fax machine baby
Can drive a man crazy with its touch
Last night
(L-L) LZTraps for hire
My eyes got more bags than my bank account
But I don't need no discount (nope)
No discount speakin'
Fax no machine, ridin' dirty,
What a fine, fine mess
I got nothing to show
For years at my best
I don't have an office
Or a new fax machine
There's cracks in my ceiling
There's holes
lunch I'm sure.
Your fax machine can fax my bags.
And it'll get in touch with your answering machines secretary.
Your hair doesn't shine like it used to.
to hair gel
Hanging out at the health spa
Using condom sense
Watching L.A. Law
Here's to drum machines
Stonewashed jeans
Credit cards, fax machines
Big
Watching L.A. Law
Here's to drum machines
Stonewashed jeans
Credit cards, fax machines
Big bow-headed chicks and frat guys
Wearing forty dollar tie-dyed
I'd fall in the middle of love
Right in the middle of love
And I can't go back from a palace to a shack
From email to a fax machine, oh no
I'm
heard that I'm real bad
Yeah, I'm really real bad
That's really big facts
Like you work in an office
Looked over in the corner
And there's a big fax
to use a word he learned
From his Klan
I never knew these people existed
Out of a page
That we read before
A fax machine was a thing
I was told we had
pretty boys who never showed Lynn any interest
Turn out to be raging, prancing, flaming...straight.
Chorus
Brad occupies the cubicle by the fax machine
clean
You step up next to the fax machine
All through the workweek
I've been dreaming about ya
All through the workweek
I can't live without ya
All
very much (it fancies a flyswatter)
Berry smush it
La la la
Happy as Larry
Called the teacher mammy
Gave birth to a fax machine
Spotty little
to the paper like a fax machine
While you get’n lil crumbs like vacuuming, BOY
I get my own money I get my own bread
I’m bout to run it up yeah that’s what I
thou and ya just turned 18
To hell with your boss
Let that nigga hear you scream
Sounding like that screech on the fax machine
Then we can take it
on them people
I tell no fables everything chillin'
Fax machines OfficeMax see me for that paper
You workin' for short bread ain't my money long
no telephone, didn't have no FAX machine
All we had was a couple cans and a crummy piece of string
Didn't have no swimming pool when I was just a lad
like Diddy, "Take that"
Wait, rats, I hate rats, I clean 'em out like Ajax
Got paper like a fax machine, asi-neen
Damn, I mean asinine, I'm dapper
shoes, daddy need Pirellis to look mean on 22's
Stash box, Xbox, laptop, fax machine, phone
Bulletproof this bitch and I'm gone
2003 Suburban swerving,
and a mermaid, and some macaroni, bricks, and some
Telephone wires, and phone machines, and a fax machine, and a
thou and ya just turned 18
To hell with your boss
Let that nigga hear you scream
Sounding like that screech on the fax machine
Then we can take it
one more book before the flames get higher
Send a love note through the fax machine
But the girl upfront don't know what I mean
Sitting in a traffic jam
my scratch,
What the fuck I'm a stay fo?
I gotta make moves bitch,
Stack some G's,
From the whole stroll,
To my fax machine,
I got money comin'
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