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setting you up Soon be forgetting your existence Do ya need a for instance? I hafta admit admire your persistence in stickin to a game plan That
Just do what you want to and it'll be okay Never smuggle no candy Can't be whatcha want to When you hafta go Down to the darkest places Yeah
ya dividends and fled from da fuckin case don't drop no peices so I, want catch a case make a mistake in dis game and man you'll hafta pay Deep in
the bitch to procastinatin' Niggas wanna be shippin' me half a cake Go through whatever drastic measures I hafta take Make a motherfucker masterbate,
to our spectacle Carny rides eccentrical Hope you like it even though Hafta mingle with the poor Here you go sir have a seat You've got to take
disagree an' get heated Hafta tell my people to be seated An' restart the anti-stress process 'Til there's a big mess of twigs an' seeds to meetcha
shut the fuck up bitch its Infamous you're ass betta not scream don't make me hafta wipe urer muthafuckin brains off my sheets I'm gonna burn you
the herb Red-eyed flight, and I'm lookin for my red-eyed homie Black tone, 'cause I said I might Just hafta pass through, and let 'em hear some shit that's
Gotta get off, gonna get, hafta get off of this ride Gotta get hold, gonna get, need to get hold of my pride When did I get, where did I, how was
please goo goo ga ga, i make ya baby laugh (Don't you like the way my ugly face looks) But when baby go night night, you gonna hafta to come up with
clanky God thank ye, motherfuckers actin' cranky Stanky, attitudes be janky I think he, gon' hafta feel the sting from the rang on my panky You ain't
in the groove Don't care about your other girls I'm the only one that rocks your world Gonna hafta keep me satisfied 'Cause my innocence
clanky God thank ye, motherfuckers actin' cranky Stanky, attitudes be janky I think he, gon' hafta feel the sting from the rang on my panky You ain't
straight cussin' for nuthin' And I really don't want to hafta lose it But your wearin' me out Needta quite you mouth Ya never had to ask fo' nothing
skate all day, gonna hafta camp Although I get tired, it doesn't stop me Hey, bettah watch me (Gonna twist now, gonna take you on a ride, gonna get
to the test I don't hafta guess What you want to know now, baby? [Chorus] When it comes to you I know everything and anything What you like to do, what
Gotta get off, gonna get, hafta get off of this ride Gotta get hold, gonna get, need to get hold of my pride When did I get, where did I, how was
and pretzels and beer Roll out those lazy, hazy Crazy days of summer You'll wish that summer could always be here Don't hafta tell a girl and Fella about
and laughter. Gonna have to Get on down to Bohemia. Global salsa. Love and laughter. Gonna hafta Take you down to Bohemia. I walk into the Boneyard
But I, but I, will have to wait for Christmas, I will hafta wait for Christmas, I will always wait for Christmas day [Sum 41] Now wake up
you're never gonna leave him Tell him that you're always gonna love him Tell him, tell him, tell him, tell him right now Oh, you hafta tell him now
you're never gonna leave him Tell him that you're always gonna love him Tell him, tell him, tell him, tell him right now Oh, you hafta tell him now
scrubbin' and scrubbing Like a mistake on paper, I'm rubbin' Erasin' you out like some ink Cause you dirty, your rhymes are stink Like garbage, I hafta
a knife Sometime later on, baby You're gonna hafta tell me The story of your life (Oh baby baby, mmm, baby baby) You hit the nail right on the head
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