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SAY O SAY O
Get that sh**
Flyin on our own we on some jet pack sh**
They go they go they go
Spit that sh**
We can make it on our own we gonna get cash quick
Im just tryna get my rhymes a little better
And my eyes a little redder
Give the guy a little cheddar
He hotter than a sweater
In 90 degree weather
Fly like i got feathers
You never seen more clever schemes
Out a bum in skinny jeans
Krusty is the team
Im a f**in machine
Programmed to dream
And k** everything that i see
Oh my my
Oh hell yes
f**ed up and you know we ain't even make it to the party yet
Bacardi shots round the clock
Entertain the audience
Get your girly on some naughty sh**
You know we kick them proper hits
Our frees educate you like they a scholarship
Stay on the pad cuz you ain't really got it yet
I pilot jets like a kamikaze vet
That ain't dead with no heart in his chest
My art is the best pay it respect
These raps like biblical texts
So much soul you feel it in the physical sense
f**in intense
Like im campin with tens
And we f**in in different tents