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The Crystal Method

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Sign ways, make the base.

Gonna take y'all to a higher place.

Four bucks for a gallon of what?

I'm a hybrid, baby, no need to rush.

Side chain, squash the bass.

Blast this shit into outer space.

You're a Pac-Man bitch on an old Atari.

With Grand Theft Auto and a hot Ferrari.

Oh, last night we had a little party.

Got drunk, threw up on everybody.

Woke up in the p.m.

I feel good, just had a B.M.

What I like is girls cooking breakfast.

And what I really like is that they cooking naked.

It feels right when you're living your dream.

I put my purple pants on and then I step on the scene.

We need a coupe, rolling strip.

Put the flask in the pocket and we ready to see it.

Top down hype bumping the method.

Music so loud that we might get arrested.

At the club, the line is long.

How long?

About as long as my ding-a-da-dong.

I would sit past, but half in the trunk and the rest in the flat.

Fine waves make the bass.

Gonna take y'all to a higher place.

Four bucks for a gallon of what?

I'm a hybrid, baby, no need to rush.

Slide the chain, squash the bass.

Blast this shit into outer space.

You're a Pac-Man bitch on an old Atari.

Your grandparent following a hot Ferrari.

Thank you.

Bye.

We stepping the dough, rocking the throat.

LMFAO, baby, now we in control.

It's like, ah.

What a beautiful feeling.

I got five dollars, but I feel like a million with the tequila.

So I take a couple shots and I feel like a bottle.

Hey, we be keeping the hack.

All your girls like chips because now she not chose.

Make the base.

Gonna take y'all to a higher place.

Go bust a gallon of butter on my highway, baby, no need to rush.

Fly like a chain, squash the bass, blast the shit, into outer space.

Swap that lineage from the old Atari.

Click, ram, death, auto, when I hop on a Ferrari.

Hey!

Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey We gon' do what we wanna do We gon' do what we wanna do We gon' do what we wanna do We gon' do what we wanna do

I try to design a way to make the base Then I take star to a higher place

Oh, oh, a gallon of water on my highway, baby.

Need to brush, dry, change, flush the base.

Blast this shit into outer space, you're a bad man bitch from the old Atari, we ran that auto in a hot Ferrari.

Every time Every time

Oh!

Bitch.

Sign ways, make the base.

Gonna take y'all to a higher place.

Four bucks for a gallon of what?

I'm a hybrid, baby, no need to rush.

Side chain, squash the bass.

Blast this shit into outer space.

You're a Pac-Man bitch on an old Atari.

With Grand Theft Auto and a hot Ferrari.

Oh, last night we had a little party.

Got drunk, threw up on everybody.

Woke up in the p.m.

I feel good, just had a B.M.

What I like is girls cooking breakfast.

And what I really like is that they cooking naked.

It feels right when you're living your dream.

I put my purple pants on and then I step on the scene.

We need a coupe, rolling strip.

Put the flask in the pocket and we ready to see it.

Top down hype bumping the method.

Music so loud that we might get arrested.

At the club, the line is long.

How long?

About as long as my ding-a-da-dong.

I would sit past, but half in the trunk and the rest in the flat.

Fine waves make the bass.

Gonna take y'all to a higher place.

Four bucks for a gallon of what?

I'm a hybrid, baby, no need to rush.

Slide the chain, squash the bass.

Blast this shit into outer space.

You're a Pac-Man bitch on an old Atari.

Your grandparent following a hot Ferrari.

Thank you.

Bye.

We stepping the dough, rocking the throat.

LMFAO, baby, now we in control.

It's like, ah.

What a beautiful feeling.

I got five dollars, but I feel like a million with the tequila.

So I take a couple shots and I feel like a bottle.

Hey, we be keeping the hack.

All your girls like chips because now she not chose.

Make the base.

Gonna take y'all to a higher place.

Go bust a gallon of butter on my highway, baby, no need to rush.

Fly like a chain, squash the bass, blast the shit, into outer space.

Swap that lineage from the old Atari.

Click, ram, death, auto, when I hop on a Ferrari.

Hey!

Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey We gon' do what we wanna do We gon' do what we wanna do We gon' do what we wanna do We gon' do what we wanna do

I try to design a way to make the base Then I take star to a higher place

Oh, oh, a gallon of water on my highway, baby.

Need to brush, dry, change, flush the base.

Blast this shit into outer space, you're a bad man bitch from the old Atari, we ran that auto in a hot Ferrari.

Every time Every time

Oh!

Bitch.

The Crystal Method

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Lời Bài Hát

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Sign ways, make the base.

Gonna take y'all to a higher place.

Four bucks for a gallon of what?

I'm a hybrid, baby, no need to rush.

Side chain, squash the bass.

Blast this shit into outer space.

You're a Pac-Man bitch on an old Atari.

With Grand Theft Auto and a hot Ferrari.

Oh, last night we had a little party.

Got drunk, threw up on everybody.

Woke up in the p.m.

I feel good, just had a B.M.

What I like is girls cooking breakfast.

And what I really like is that they cooking naked.

It feels right when you're living your dream.

I put my purple pants on and then I step on the scene.

We need a coupe, rolling strip.

Put the flask in the pocket and we ready to see it.

Top down hype bumping the method.

Music so loud that we might get arrested.

At the club, the line is long.

How long?

About as long as my ding-a-da-dong.

I would sit past, but half in the trunk and the rest in the flat.

Fine waves make the bass.

Gonna take y'all to a higher place.

Four bucks for a gallon of what?

I'm a hybrid, baby, no need to rush.

Slide the chain, squash the bass.

Blast this shit into outer space.

You're a Pac-Man bitch on an old Atari.

Your grandparent following a hot Ferrari.

Thank you.

Bye.

We stepping the dough, rocking the throat.

LMFAO, baby, now we in control.

It's like, ah.

What a beautiful feeling.

I got five dollars, but I feel like a million with the tequila.

So I take a couple shots and I feel like a bottle.

Hey, we be keeping the hack.

All your girls like chips because now she not chose.

Make the base.

Gonna take y'all to a higher place.

Go bust a gallon of butter on my highway, baby, no need to rush.

Fly like a chain, squash the bass, blast the shit, into outer space.

Swap that lineage from the old Atari.

Click, ram, death, auto, when I hop on a Ferrari.

Hey!

Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey We gon' do what we wanna do We gon' do what we wanna do We gon' do what we wanna do We gon' do what we wanna do

I try to design a way to make the base Then I take star to a higher place

Oh, oh, a gallon of water on my highway, baby.

Need to brush, dry, change, flush the base.

Blast this shit into outer space, you're a bad man bitch from the old Atari, we ran that auto in a hot Ferrari.

Every time Every time

Oh!

Bitch.

Sign ways, make the base.

Gonna take y'all to a higher place.

Four bucks for a gallon of what?

I'm a hybrid, baby, no need to rush.

Side chain, squash the bass.

Blast this shit into outer space.

You're a Pac-Man bitch on an old Atari.

With Grand Theft Auto and a hot Ferrari.

Oh, last night we had a little party.

Got drunk, threw up on everybody.

Woke up in the p.m.

I feel good, just had a B.M.

What I like is girls cooking breakfast.

And what I really like is that they cooking naked.

It feels right when you're living your dream.

I put my purple pants on and then I step on the scene.

We need a coupe, rolling strip.

Put the flask in the pocket and we ready to see it.

Top down hype bumping the method.

Music so loud that we might get arrested.

At the club, the line is long.

How long?

About as long as my ding-a-da-dong.

I would sit past, but half in the trunk and the rest in the flat.

Fine waves make the bass.

Gonna take y'all to a higher place.

Four bucks for a gallon of what?

I'm a hybrid, baby, no need to rush.

Slide the chain, squash the bass.

Blast this shit into outer space.

You're a Pac-Man bitch on an old Atari.

Your grandparent following a hot Ferrari.

Thank you.

Bye.

We stepping the dough, rocking the throat.

LMFAO, baby, now we in control.

It's like, ah.

What a beautiful feeling.

I got five dollars, but I feel like a million with the tequila.

So I take a couple shots and I feel like a bottle.

Hey, we be keeping the hack.

All your girls like chips because now she not chose.

Make the base.

Gonna take y'all to a higher place.

Go bust a gallon of butter on my highway, baby, no need to rush.

Fly like a chain, squash the bass, blast the shit, into outer space.

Swap that lineage from the old Atari.

Click, ram, death, auto, when I hop on a Ferrari.

Hey!

Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey We gon' do what we wanna do We gon' do what we wanna do We gon' do what we wanna do We gon' do what we wanna do

I try to design a way to make the base Then I take star to a higher place

Oh, oh, a gallon of water on my highway, baby.

Need to brush, dry, change, flush the base.

Blast this shit into outer space, you're a bad man bitch from the old Atari, we ran that auto in a hot Ferrari.

Every time Every time

Oh!

Bitch.

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