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an old friend of mine who flew in through the back door
He go by the name of STROBE
Take it away baby
Fluctuation
Ups & Downs
You find out who your true

made!
Wanna be a wise guy?
Your ass a go bye bye!
I set the rules
These bitches abide by
The tool a stain you up
Like you played in tie dye
& I tell

Balzo la gavetta dritto al mio traguardo
Pietro Cossa by night occhio all'autovelox
Un fra dice vai ai 20, ci faccio il medio
Poi un dosso ai 70 che manco

Something newer
Cooler
To the better thing and jewelers
Connoisseur
And the cooter
Commodores
Come as shooters
I dont bore
Rock the floor
Like

the connoisseurs
With all kinds of sores from the pain
From knocking doors, of our commodores and they not a solider of the gang
They'll receive all the beef with

dying in a ditch
That grab em by throat and slit, slit, slit
Talk shit, talk shit, you get fucking hit (yuh)
Imma kill him let him know
Imma put on a show

the music itself 
The shelf, well it was stacked with em - stacked to the maximum 
Old school, before R&B became an acronym
The Commodores, Ojays, Isleys,

what you got and your style came off
Fell to the floor, Commo-Commodores, sock it to me three times
Yeah, baby, let me get up with you on the dancefloor

was on my own
Hit by the car with our song on the radio
Thought it was farfetched playing The Commodores
But I guess it was on my phone

Please don't

the game and ashamed we ain't kids doe
Sitting under but you thinking you a commodore
Following trends I'm trying to make my own way
This the topic at hand

buzzing ­ Sheering your dreams, slaughtering beings by the dozens! Industrial Age enhanced triple­6 technology
Evolved trick­nology, microchips in your

on a shooting star
For someone somewhere to take you away

But come on stay
You know you've got it
You're only a day away
Come by my place
Lift me up
Right out

be seing colourful displays 
That’s arrayed in ways very similar to the sun 
Styles conveyed like a belt they even felt by the numb 
Like a tickle now

Brisbane, but full of charisma
We aint changing for no one, it is what it is bruh
And by the way, we're sick of the term backwards
We got Krispy Kremes now

Thought I'd make it by now
Sky bound, fly jets over my town
Light brown Persian rugs up in my lounge
First you get a little buzz then it dies down
So

your database with a shot of SQL
This is not a sequel, you scream give me more
I'm old school like Coleco or Commodore 64
Remy spits the raw, you script

your database with a shot of SQL
This is not a sequel, you scream give me more
I'm old school like Coleco or Commodore 64
Remy spits the raw, you script

"Easy" by The Commodores and you said 'no'

But where were you in colder days?
I'd like to know, I'd like to know
And where will you be in years to come?

court and for what don't know why 
Cuz I'm low that the psychic can't even predict it 
Packs dangled over me is not Lipton 
Can't have a dog by me wimping

ride six-fours like a commodore
Or swing slow like a hummer door
Success ain't as far as you put it
But much less as far as you wouldn't
Like nice resume

eat em up
They end up burning out my asshole

I be in the hills fucking birds
While watchin "Schindler's Fist" by Steven Spielberg
Nah I'm just kidding,

be?"
YELLOW STEVE, the fellow with the mellow beats
And crack joints like both elbows on the bend Incredibly
A defenseless slumber party raided by Freddy

And I can't stop for no one
And that's my promise baby

I grab the bull by the horns
A matador I make more waves
Than the intro screen to the Commodore
64

Wojtek's parents had the paper, so he played commodore
64 colors you hear polaroids flashin'
Older dudes have the NSFW mags and they're blazin'
Copycat BMX,