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Every boy and girl, woman and man,
When you feel you've done about the best you can,
Mothafuck the wagon, come join the band,
Vibrate, vibrate, vibrate higher!
[Verse 1:]
Sometimes when it's late at night
And you have no one to talk to,
Here's what you gon', you go through that.
Raggedy cell phone ‘bout two or three times,
Tracy ain't home, Tina ain't home,
The love below start talkin' to ya.
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[Verse 2:]
The circumcision has already begun,
Desensitizin' the very thing or thang that brought
You into this mothafucka in the first place,
And when I say ‘mothafucka' I do mean ‘mothafucka',
Because Mother Earth is dyin' and we continue to fuck her to death.
Play with your own score sheet, become the master of your own bastion,
And, yes, God is watchin' you, but no need to be embarrassed
For the future is in your hands, no, the future is in your hand,
Play with your own score sheet.
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