| All we hear is noise, like we ever had a choice
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| Like a never ending voice, so whacha gonna do about it?
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| All we hear is static and a constant state of panic
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| With this stuff, feel abandoned, so whacha gonna do about it?
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| (Pre-Chorus)
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| Take those songs, throw them out
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| Show the weed out, can’t find fuck
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| (Chorus)
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| We like the hair down, volume up
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| Kick of a machine gun
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| Go dance, stage tough
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| Screamin' 'long all night
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| That will bring us to our knees
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| Muthafucka, let me be! |
| (?)
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| Wear it like a scar and
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| This, my friends, 's what brings us all together
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| Hit the floor, tune it up
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| Everybody ready
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| Cause when it comes to music
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| We are losing where it’s aiming (?)
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| (Verse)
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| They’ll push you to the edge util all you see is red
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| Cause tonight we’ll raise the dead, that’s what we’re gonna do about it
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| We’re burn this mother down, we’re gon' have it now
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| We all want it now, so whacha gonna do about it?
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| (Pre-Chorus)
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| Take those songs, throw them out
|
| We beg for it, in our?
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| (Chorus)
|
| We like the hair down, volume up
|
| Kick of a machine gun
|
| Go dance, stage tough
|
| Screamin' 'long all night
|
| That will bring us to our knees
|
| Muthafucka, let me be! |
| (?)
|
| Wear it like a scar and
|
| This, my friends, 's what brings us all together
|
| Hit the floor, tune it up
|
| Everybody ready
|
| Cause when it comes to music
|
| We are losing where it’s aiming (?)
|
| (Instrumental break)
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| (Chorus)
|
| We like the hair down, volume up
|
| Kick of a machine gun
|
| Go dance, stage tough
|
| Screamin' 'long all night
|
| That will bring us to our knees
|
| Muthafucka, let me be! |
| (?)
|
| Wear it like a scar and
|
| This, my friends, 's what brings us all together
|
| Hit the floor, tune it up
|
| Everybody ready
|
| Cause when it comes to music
|
| We are losing where it’s aiming (?) |