| What I’m gonna do out of my jail back in the jungle
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| See the light far away is shining
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| I can see no end see no gate to this tunnel
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| Sella sell a bottle isn’t working
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| Cops back my steps
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| They sent the vigilante
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| Always behind my back
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| Find a cover’s handy
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| I’m not a rookie and can find something surely
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| People know me since the bank robbery
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| I can dance and I can sing too
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| Bring me to the pub where the party gets full full
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| I can drive, I will jive just let me bring some stuff to hide
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| Men you will dance you will sing too
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| I’ll bring you where the money is due due due
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| But keep the cover lets call it a band
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| And in the bass put in the beers instead
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| Shht don’t tell anyone it’s our secret
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| A prohibited crime line we doing it for the best
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| Just keep up with a hard life run a couple dollars
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| But what we sell keep it under the radar
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| In music there’s no season
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| The perfect suit from Chicago straight to Boston
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| Let’s find a way to reveal you how
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| How much the show is gonna be messy and loud
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| We are the party raiser OH Jazzy flavors
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| Always on the road can I ask you a favor
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| Party raiser don’t waste anytime trust me mister agent my papers are fine
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| Under the moon, the road is silent
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| But we’ll know soon it’ll stop bein quiet
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| Don’t forget, we travel under that name
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| Whe are going there for music and it’s always the same
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| No weapons no thug need to make the distance
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| No shout and no shots we do no resistance |