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Lets go to the beach each lets go get away
Say, say what you gonna say?
Have a drink, drink have a good night
Good people like me are hard to come
but I am up in space
You're so,so hard to please, we gotta flip this switch
You're from the 70's, but I'm a Kidz Bop Kid

I love it
I love it

I
gravity back
Adopted by the major I want my family back
People work hard just to get all their salary taxed
Look I'm just a writer from the ghetto like
He got a song to sing he got an axe to grind
He far and wide but still hard to find
He go wop bop a loo bop a wop bam boom

He sang Long Tall
He got a song to sing he got an axe to grind
He far and wide but still hard to find
He go wop bop a loo bop a wop bam boom

He sang Long Tall
in the spotlight
Is a hard life to choose.
Diane drops half a pound,
It's on the six o'clock news.  Ah yeah,
Those kids have really paid their
to learn the routine
Woah, there's a girl over there
With the sunshiny hair, like a homecomin' queen

I said, "Hey, what you say?
It's a glorious day,
By
a glorious day,
By the way how long you been dead?"
Maybe you, maybe me
Maybe baby makes three
But she just shook her head

You got to fill out a form
Every afternoon
When the clock strikes four
(Bop-bee-ba, ba-ba-ba-ba, bee-ba)

A crazy bunch of kids
Crash through that door
(Bop
She was a be-bop baby on a hard day's night.
She was hangin' on Johnny , he was holdin' on tight
I could feel her coming from a mile away.
There was
to Camelot

The parlayer, I'll make ya heads bop pah
I shine a light on perpetrators like a cop's car
From day to night, I play the mic and you'll thank
bitch
So get back, bitch, I'm hard to broke art so the faggots
This young black kid, I'm mercenary, merciless
Murdering mega some niggas so who's first
She was a be-bop baby on a hard day's night.
She was hangin' on Johnny , he was holdin' on tight
I could feel her coming from a mile away.
There was
Oh
Every afternoon
When the clock strikes four
(Bop-bee-ba, ba-ba-ba-ba, bee-ba)

A crazy bunch of kids
Crash through that door yeah
makes the wig-wack
Buy her back, buy a cat, I got scratched in a day to kidnap
And at night I was back and the Jeep got attacked by a gang that sold
time
(Get new shoes come pickin' time)

Every night when I go to bed
I thank the Lord that my kids are fed
They live on beans eight days of nine
But I
time
Get new shoes come pickin' time

Ev'ry night when I go to bed
I thank the Lord that my kids are fed
They live on beans eight days and nine
But
back in the 80's, I can tell ya bout the Smurfs
We was kids, we done traded our nurse for hard work
I can go back in the day, to playing get like me
back in the 80's, I can tell ya bout the Smurfs
We was kids, we done traded our nurse for hard work
I can go back in the day, to playing get like me
But he's close by when his neighbor needs a hand
When he tells his kids goodnight the whole world for him is right
The every day family man
Yeah you
some wet-wash out to dry
By the time the kids got up
I could look them in the eye
You've gone away, you've gone away
How will I get though the day
this money, God, you know the hard times, kid.
Shit, cold be starvin', make you want to do crimes, kid.
But I'm a lamp, 'cause a crime couldn't beat
The parlayer, I'll make ya heads bop Pah
I shine a light on perpetrators like a cop's car
From day to night, I play the mic and you'll thank God
I wreck shit
time
Get new shoes come pickin' time

Ev'ry night when I go to bed
I thank the Lord that my kids are fed
They live on beans eight days and nine
But
Leroy was a farmer and an honest man 
Would have lived in Oklahoma all his days 
He just wanted left alone to work a piece of land 
But a hard