| Mmm Dada, I’m sure you can tell
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| It’s in the air, of our nation
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| It may shock ya, the maddest hallucination
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| But the dead people, they’ll be dressed well (yeah)
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| They say
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| What’s yo' name? |
| You the one starin
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| Oh my God, lemme shake yo' hand
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| Do it like this, do it like that
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| Can you switch it up? |
| Send it right back
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| Frown to your back, smile to your face
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| Think I keep it real, but I keep it fake
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| Think I’m ahead, but I’m the ass
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| Man I’m really sick, I really need a mask
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| Woof!
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| And now it’s in the air, spreading everywhere
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| So you should be prepared
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| (Ain't no pill or cough syrup)
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| (That can help so you better hurr’up)
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| Come on, come on, come on
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| Hey, hey, hey
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| It’s in the air
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| Hey, hey, hey
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| Come on, come on, come on
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| Hey, hey, hey
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| It’s in the air
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| Hey, hey, hey
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| To spread this thing, they don’t need a tongue
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| Instead they use the precious lungs
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| But the scariest thing, they don’t kill ya
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| But they’re still dead people dancin' like Thriller
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| What’s yo' name? |
| You the one starin
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| Oh my God, lemme shake yo' hand
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| Do it like this, do it like that
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| Can you switch it up? |
| Send it right back
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| Frown to your back, smile to your face
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| Think I keep it real, but I keep it fake
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| Think I’m ahead, but I’m the ass
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| Man I’m really sick, I really need a mask
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| Woof!
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| They comin in, they get me now
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| What a shitstorm of the situation
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| But a maid and I, guns to the biggest cloud
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| Stop big brother and there’s invasion (yeah) come on
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| What’s yo' name? |
| You the one starin
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| Oh my God, lemme shake yo' hand
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| Do it like this, do it like that
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| Can you switch it up? |
| Send it right back
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| Frown to your back, smile to your face
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| Think I keep it real, but I keep it fake
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| Think I’m the head, but I’m the ass
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| Man I’m really sick, I really need a mask
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| Woof! |