| Where do the ants go?
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| Empty halls to fill, you know
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| Small and obscure, wander the world
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| Where did my ants go?
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| Truth be told
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| A million faces say hi
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| Stray car go by
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| Carryin' fish plates on first dates
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| Fingerwaves and hard hairstyles
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| Pawnin' conversations
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| Pop-lockin' and droppin'
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| High school sweetheart at the gas station
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| Wonder who he’s dating now
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| If he’s married now
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| If he’s busy thinkin' what was, like I am now
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| Try askin' how he doin'
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| If you’re goin' to the second light
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| Fuck it, I’m late for rehearsal now
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| Fuck it, I’m late for rehearsal now
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| Erykah told me I’ll see you in the next lifetime
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| Nigga, bye
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| Double Dutch and free lunch
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| Me hosin' sweet ones
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| Niggas that like me
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| Dudes that dodge me
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| Girls wanna fight me
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| 'Cause like Kimmy
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| I’m talkin' pretty
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| Confident as a D like Willie
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| Yeah, down to Earth like Freddy
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| Down to ride, no Billy
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| At home it was Kool-Aid packs and Disney
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| Lizzie McGuire and One Saturday Morning on the weekends
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| Never had a pair of Jordans, don’t want none
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| My jump shot don’t need sneakers
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| More costly than I can afford 'em
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| Rice Krispie Treats and noodles
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| Home Alone, Macaulay Culkin
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| 'Cause sometimes, 'cause sometimes
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| I need more space than thoughts can give me
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| More sky than God provides me
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| And TV so I won’t get lonely (Lonely)
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| Where do the ants go?
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| Why do they run away? |
| Ooh, yeah
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| Leave me alone now
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| Why can’t I make you stay?
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| I got a JanSport book sack
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| A girl that be talkin' 'bout me in third period
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| Oh well (Oh well)
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| The beat was still made for me
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| Reruns of Martin waitin' on me
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| More cake for me, cake for me
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| Amy scare me, Ashley make me jealous
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| And Cheryl Lynn my best friend
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| Brian my boyfriend, Kay is his father
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| But his love letters be sweeter than Snoballs in the east
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| And Freezy Street all wrapped in one love letter
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| And a warm sweater in December
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| I’m better, I’m better
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| I became whatever
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| Where do the ants go?
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| Why do they run away?
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| Leave me alone now
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| Why can’t I make you stay?
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| I’m prettier than a Sunday
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| On Mondays I be trippin'
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| My mama want me to wash the dishes
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| While she make my brother lazy and distant
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| Fuck it, I’m movin' at eighteen
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| Fast-forward ten years later
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| It’s the same routine
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| And I’m complaining
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| Catching bucks, mood change
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| Like it’s a new thing
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| I want everything on anything
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| Put clothes in the basket on a Hummer truck
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| Man, my life funny as fuck
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| Like Bruce with a cut
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| Just my luck, I’d end up
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| Famous and blunt
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| Rollin' a blunt, turned down
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| While everybody is busy turnin' up
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| Can you turn my music up?
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| Hey, turn my music up
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| Where do the ants go?
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| Why do they run away?
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| Leave me alone now
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| Why can’t I make you stay?
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| Where do the ants go?
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| Why do they run away?
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| Leave me alone
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| Why can’t I make you stay?
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| I saw you throw a universe once
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| That wasn’t the type of shit you see every day |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Ants, artist - Tank and the Bangas. Album song Green Balloon, in the genre R&B