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Lyrics

I love doobies. They're so smooth. But I'm an artist, i can't write hit songs, but maybe you guys like what I have so far? Come on, get up, get out of the way Come on, get up, get out of the way Come on, get up, get out of the way Come on, get up, get out of the way Come on, get up, get out of the way Come on, get up, get out of the way Come on, get up, get out of the way Come on, get up, get out of the way Supreme, magical, microphone being Hearin' is believin', and seein' is seein' Music factory I used to like the little gear But never mind that, I got the dope for your ear Steer clear, the brand new player of the year Rhyme-sayer, back-breaker, heart-breaker Eat a eighth of veggies to keep my vision steady And its on sight, just like that tree in Teddy Keep it funky like the space ship corner introduce so a long train ride smokin' out the cubuse Right past every side I'm from this thing called hang glide we call it air bangin' In the air sangin' like the Brothers Bissell We chillin' so well you keep a median right to the mediant crashin', I was the question you've asked and show I get up? Or should i get off? Should ya get up? Or should ya? Drop down! Come on, get up, get out of the way Come on, get up, get out of the way Come on, get up, get out of the way Come on, get up, get out of the way Come on, get up, get out of the way Come on, get up, get out of the way Come on, get up, get out of the way Come on, get up, get out of the way Microphone magistrate, super break-breaker I get deaf while the others with flakers Ditchin' the clippers we hit the zeros like Nicholas Canyon I show my boots like a O'Banion All fig and fie blues Tryin' to find a liquor store Pumpin' rigormortus, Chris only make a cameo once every christmas Monthfully celissa And once for the cool chap Flat tire, house ban Understand my industry hussles like a young Brussel Simmons fryin' in the apple pamel mic bivid Like the Michael Hennison sling shot album cover Instragram lat a lovers at the beach with the surf board waxed at the game In fact so much wax the experts it's get strain Collapse Ikea won't take him back Just hit the peach pit, bitch chill, get a snack, man Ooh, ooh, ooh!