Lyrics:
いくぜ 限界なんて tune up, tune up
壊してくイノベーション
もうワクワクワクワクワクワクって
Don't stop, ready? Alright
湧き上がってくんだ pace up, pace up
完成のイメージはもう
無限大 もっと超えていこうぜ
Don't
and we
Got jerry velez on congos too. You got yours truly on Pete Whistle
What me worry? Gives us about a minute and a half to tune up ok
Like we only
just like a cheerful chick-a-dee,
And whistle while you work (whistle)
Come on get smart
Tune up and start
To whistle while you work.
a cheerful chick-a-dee
And whistle while you work (whistle)
Come on get smart
Tune up and start
To whistle while you work
just like a cheerful chick-a-dee,
And whistle while you work (whistle)
Come on get smart
Tune up and start
To whistle while you work.
You will ask for me
There'll be no one else
That you'll wanna see
Bring down my fiddle
Tune up my strings
I'm gonna break it wide open
Like the early
Buddy Bolden tune up
Blowing horn was his game
Born with a silver trumpet in his mouth
He played the horn before he talked
Born on the after beat
Half an hour change your strings and tune up
Sizing the room up
Checking the bar
Local girls unspoken conversation
Misinformation
Plays guitar
can see you are an angel
With wings that won't unfold
Tune up your harp, polish your old halo
The only kind of man that you ever wanted
Was the one
a voice from afar said
"With the right device you can make a pattern grow
Or you can tune up your car"
So we stayed on the train admiring the time
just like a cheerful chick-a-dee,
And whistle while you work (whistle)
Come on get smart
Tune up and start
To whistle while you work.
Well I tune you up and I tune you down
Can't seem to find that middle ground
Call it givin' in or compromise
To make this work you got to harmonize.
just got a tune-up the other day, man, my shit and all that
Ain't this a bitch, pined-out Pete let's keep, oh my goodness
Man, shut the fuck up, let me
tunes
Up and down my scales
Such a sweet melody
Reach out, the sky is wide
And the night is long
When you're right by my side
You can never go wrong
Buddy Bolden tune up
Blowing horn was his game
Born with a silver trumpet in his mouth
He played the horn before he talked
Born on the after beat
just got a tune-up the other day, man
My shit all that
Ha ha ain't this a bitch, pined-out Pete.
Let's keep, oh my goodness
Man, shut the fuck
baby, I love your body
As much as your automobile.
But I need more than a tune up.
I'll take you with the moon up.
Just let me drive. mmm, let me
and the Doors don't want that either.
Ladies and gentlemen, the Doors!
Now hold it, we've gotta tune up.
Hey Philadelphia!
Do you feel all right?
All of these fake n*ggas tryna fool me now
I’m chilling, I’m chilling I just light a dooby up
Dooby up, dooby up
Are we up
Tune me up, tune me up
I’m
Keep pushin' we fell, bastards
To get over, we prowl with slippery shell tactics
Chipity frail bastards, your tracks need tune-ups
Lil' nigglet, what
Buddy Bolden tune up
Blowing horn was his game
Born with a silver trumpet in his mouth
He played the horn before he talked
Born on the after
and dance like the dickens to the West Texas waltz
My pickup needs a tune-up,
I better get up and make up
My mind to get on it today
The tractor's been
Grip the melody dog with a bone
Make a tune And fuck up the tone
Bitch I don't even know
Dip in the lava Float in the zone
Heat up the beat Volcanic
Jalen Go Kraz solxmn
I had to choose up didn't wanna lose us
Hoping she ain't have to move up
Got me too stuck had to tune up
Drank shit really suit
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