You better do just what we say And if you don't then you will pay What is wrong with the world today The government, media, or your family My name's Coby Dick Mr. Dick if you're nasty Rock a mic with a voice that's raspy 'Cause I'm poetic in my operations

Take me down to the paradise city Where the grass is green and the girls are pretty Oh won't you please take me home So far away Take me home, yeah yeah Take me home (oh won't you please take me home) Take me home Just a urchin livin' under the street

For the first time again Begging baby please just stay Feeling every second of the clock tick by On an endless night The first time seeing you with someone new Dying inside trying to play it cool It don’t matter how long it’s been I’m always missing you

Xans gon' take you Xans gon' fake you (yeah) Xans don't make you (you) And Xans gon' betray you (what? Yeah) And if I die don't miss me (ayy) I wish that bitch just kiss me (ayy) (You are now listening to a Bobby Johnson beat) Ooh, I pop a Perc' when I'm

Just another Sunday in the South Wanna put on some Shenandoah And crank it loud You and me go fishin' in the dark Killin' time with Restless Heart All you gotta do is give me that wink Man, this ain't no thinkin' thing Just another Sunday Only thing

All aboard on the ghost ship of cannibal rats So how long before the rivers start to rise, dear? Don't be afraid of the view from economy class It's just the captain and crew jumping off of the mast Who's gonna sound the alarm when the bridges collapse?

We live the life we love We love the life we live Lets all get down Techno heartbeat Fuck your rules who are you to tell me What I can and can't do? Fuck you bitch you just wanna be me Fuck your rules fuck fuck your rules Lets all get

It's not how fast you can go The force goes into the flow If you pick up the beat You can forget about the heat More than just survival More than just a flash More than just a dotted line More than just a dash It's a test of ultimate will

Oh, I know how to levitate up off my feet And ever since the seventh grade I learned to fire-breathe And though I feed on things that fell You can learn to levitate with just a little help Come down, come down Cowards only come through when the hour's

(doo wah, doo wah, doo wah, doo wah Doo wah, doo wah, doo wah, doo wah) It don't mean a thing If it ain't got that swing All you got to do is sing It makes no diff'rence If it's sweet or hot Just give that rhythm Ev'rything you got Oh, it don't mean a