Harlem Shakes
Strictly Game
[Ooh, ooh, ooh ...]Up from the basement to my best friend's farmWhere we'll work so hard, we can do no harmWe'll till the land and duck our debtsUnderneath soft sun, chewing NicoretteThis will be a better yearThis will be a better yearMake a little money, take a lot of shitFeel real bad, then get over itThis will be a better yearOh I keep pushing bouldersI stay game till sun'll shake my shouldersOh, I keep feeling olderI stay game, stay game, stay gameThe East Coast kids, man, we just don't knowSinging wait, wait, stop, drop me, go, go, goBut I'm taken by the hand to a blue pay phoneWe can break blue laws with our skin and bonesLetras de cancionesAnd now I'm back in the city, I'm counting frick frick frickHeard of milk great things, speaking soft and thickHe said, "If life gives you lemons, then thus god bade.So put a little bit of bitter in your pink lemonade"I'm sick of thee sheep, I'm sick of thou shepherdSick of dressing like a human when I'm feeling like a leopardI'm sick of slow rock, I'm sick of quick quipsSick of holding on to nothing when I just want to hold your hipsThis will be a better yearThis will be a better yearMake a little money, take a lot of shitFeel real bad, then get over itThis will be a better yearOh I keep pushing bouldersI stay game till sun'll shake my shouldersOh I keep feeling olderI stay game, stay game, stay game[Nah, nah, nah...}
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