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I'm from outer space, girl |
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Look at my funky moonboots, love (Where the Jell-O shots at?) |
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Look at my funky helmet, love |
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I'm a funky astronaut, baby |
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I'm the engineer |
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I'm in here recording Ricky Reed (What's up, man?) |
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From International Space Station of Funk (I'm ready) |
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Hey Ricky, sing it, man |
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(How can it be sugar-free but still be so sweet and delicious, man?) |
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I couldn't tell you |
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What's up everybody, it's your man Ricky Reed |
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I'm here to tell you about the doodoo face |
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Some real serious- |
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Your boy Ricky Reed resurrected from the de-ad |
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(What are you talkin' about man?) |
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Comin' out the gre-ave |
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Comin' up out the dizzert at the grizzound y'all |
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Who that is with the feet in the dirt? |
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Let it hang out like a big t-shirt |
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That's Ricky Reed! |
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Like you stepped in something nasty, all stickin' to ya duds |
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Or you smelling like a dude from gettin down, breakin' out in the club |
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When you hear that funky drummer you start losin' your composure |
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You wanna dance act a fool let it all hang out and your face already told ya |
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I wanna do some deep-sea diving girl |
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Deep-sea diving in your junk |
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I'll be your Jacques Cousteau |
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Down below |
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On the ocean floor |
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To the liquor store |
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Who that is with the feet in the dirt? |
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Let it hang out like a big t-shirt |
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That's Ricky Reed! |
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I'm diggin' on my record, |
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I can't explain it, it makes me do the straight doodoo face |
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It's time to find out who you are, don't try to fight it |
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Let me see that doodoo face |
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This started as a diss track, but I ain't got time for suckers |
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It's time, I wanna find out who you are, don't try to fight it |
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Let me see that doodoo face |
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When I say "Damn, you nasty!" |
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When I say "You smellin' like soccer practice!" |
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When I say "I got this drummer cause he's meaner than your drummer." |
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Take that face and put it where your ass is! |
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I'm gettin' an aftertaste off this |
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I'm gettin' a funky aftertaste |
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It's like it was once delicious and now it is rotten, but it's good |
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That's the thing about the doodoo face man |
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It's like you stepped in some shit, but it's good shit |
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It's good shit, baby |
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It's good shit, lover |
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I had lose my mind just to find it |
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When I found it it was lying on the floor |
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I said ain't my mind, cause I'm lookin sideways |
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Now I'm feeling like I never have before |
