Lyrics:
soul, okay
Everybody wanna be demon 'til they get chipped by your throwaway
And I might do a show a day, once a lame, always a lame
Oh, you thought
playing and I feel like watching
Daft Punk's on so my soul is filled
I can't really tell if I'm pushing up this hill
Or rolling down like the ocean
We want
I will, I will. I will
(Daft Punk Flew Back To Their Planet)
No more low vibrations 'round me
Got a full heart and a sound now
Using it to paint
cool, I'ma have fun
Summon my funds by the bag, huh?
Might go to Met Gala with my main shawty
And we dressed up like Daft Punk
Hate you, we swervin'
said so,
No sleep for the weak, right? No, bet no.
Rollin' with the punk rockers,
I ain't lying,
Fake guns, fake bands,
Fake punk, I ain't buying,
All hail to the N9NE!!
You punks thought it was over for me?
I should prevail a institution
All of the high exalted punks
TechN9neee!
Move
tossed)
My, my, my, my, my bad side
(Suckers gettin' tossed)
My, my, my, my, my bad side
My bad side
Drop the "Square Dance" punk I ain't
he's got one big belly
From livin the good life provided by punk
Singin singin singin
Buy me a Becks beer or pass me a bong
Gimme some Bushmills I
doing our jobs, you know
Ah, uhh, ah
You're not doctors, then
Oh, blimey no, haha
Mom, dad, I'm off that then (?)
See you by seven
Bye bye son (?)
'm not regular
I don't fuck with these females they be spreading rumours
See I ain't a gangster but my boys a shooters
Come round these sides and we just
on some funk lets dance all day
Throw on some daft punk robot rock till the brewk of dawn
Guess what planet im onnnn
Earth 203 with Viktor Vaughn
Its
The moral of this story, why I tell this sorry tale,
Is so that you’re not daft like me. Let common sense prevail.
I have a drink now. Watch TV. Go round
blood boil
You refer to the book of rules
It's the one you wrote and put in schools
Then you come round here in designer gear
Made by kids in India
and round we go
Around we go
Around we go
Around we go
Round and round and round we go
Around we go
Around we go
Felt like deja vu when I seen you with your
Treatin' niggas dumb, as I drink my rum
I'm a mad man, I get respect with the Tec
Put punks in check, Shug's on the set
I'm the one with the game,
though
Last one
Yell it loud
Don’t stand around
Don’t back up
Jump around
Nigga run around
That’s mad love
Random access for your memories
Nigga daft punk
Summer time vibe won't let me go
The first day of school, can't say I'll show
My Toes dig deep into the summer sand
About to round the boys up
did he go?
Niggas don't know, i got to play the down low
Punks jump up and get blasted to the ground
So motherfucker duck, i'm about to bust a round
you
Know how gorillas feel about bananas
Acknowledge whenever we round
And as far as bouncing back I'm
Like Ben Wallace on the rebound
You still
the world
Only let's me know that I'm loved
By so many other motherfuckers that ain't you, and it's bugged
'Cause you keep fuckin' with us, we keep
this y'all
[Verse 1:]
Oh what a feeling! - Drivin' in my four by four
Girlies Galore! - B.I.G. on the door.
Chrome trimming - with the smoke tint
Givin
a vest)
Okay
I rep the town harder than any of you niggaz
Where ever I stand my bills the same punk
And you got the nerve to tell me
Come gangsta
And they gon' be quick on yo ass
You a punk I'll call you daft
We wild just like the Kratts,
First pick up in the draft
Cause I get cheese like it's Kraft
'm down by law and I know my way around
On 42nd Street, lookin' for some action
Women standing on the corner selling satisfaction
One young punk just
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