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Lyrics: Hexum Martinez Music: Sexton |
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This one is dedicated to the excitable ones |
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Not the possums playing dead messing with my head |
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' X' amount of action, ' X' amount of games |
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For years again I tell you the same, ooh ooh ooo |
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Gone already to the bored of it all type, lingo |
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that I' m seein every single night I' m out |
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Bustin' head for it but your' s gets busted right back |
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Lip split and, I messed up but I got back tryin' |
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Don' t bother lying ' bout constant dissapointment |
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But the fun in the hunt so quit actin' on a front |
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You' re unmotivaded You' re sorta faded |
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But the remedy is not so get on with what you got |
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Remember ' Lady of Guadelupe' |
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The times my mother made mole |
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After mass we would get home |
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The girls running to the phone |
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And I' m in my bedroom the 45 on my record player |
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Was ' We' re in this love together' |
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At the time I never realized how songs haunted |
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The ones that I heard I played because I wanted |
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Drawing on my wall from time to time coolin' |
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Making creatures come alive with no schoolin' |
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When I' m on the microphone |
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The method that I make is much patience |
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The method that I make is much patience |
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I wait for the beat and then I make sense |
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I' m comin' in hot forgot you definitely got no clue |
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I' m comin' in hot you got you definitely got so rude |
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Boy actin' coy but you got nuts like Almond Joy |
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I tell ya this is a tribute |
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No one looks as foolish as the excitable ones |
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But then again there' s no one has as much fun |
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' X' amount of action, ' X' amount of games |
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For years again I tell you the same, ooh ooh ooo |
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Once I met a man who made nearly no mistakes |
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He would never bet on a longshot |
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Never bet on a break and |
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He' s condescending and talks gossip galore |
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But the dude was definitely such a bore |
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Hear me now I messed up but I got back trying |
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Don' t bother lying ' bout constant dissapointment |
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But the fun is in the hunt so quit actin' on a front |
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Yeah, unmotivated you' re sort faded |
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But the real man is not |
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The one hiding behind the gunshot, boom! |
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Time travelin' through my memory |
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There' s a younger doug gazin' at the galaxy |
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Space trippin' vato of the stars |
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Searchin' for UFO' s from Neptune and Mars |
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Ode to an alien I know you' re out there |
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Cosmic lonely heart tell me if you care |
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I' m listening for your sound, here on the ground |
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I' m listening for your sound, here on the ground |
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When I' m on the microphone |
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The method that I make is much patience |
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The method that I make is much patience |
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I wait for the beat and then I make sense |
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I' m comin' in hot forgot you definitely got no clue |
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I' m comin' in hot you got you definitely got so rude |
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Boy actin' coy you got nuts liek Almond Joy |
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I tell ya this is a tribute |
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I' m vexing many mofos but I' m wishing you the best |
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I keep ' bout half my lyrics and I throw out the best |
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Cause fly on by, you can if you want |
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The method that makes sense is patience |
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Hear me now I messed up but I got back trying |
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Don' t bother lying ' bout constant dissapointment |