| I’m from outer space, girl
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| Look at my funky moonboots, love (Where the Jell-O shots at?)
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| Look at my funky helmet, love
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| I’m a funky astronaut, baby
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| I’m the engineer
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| I’m in here recording Ricky Reed (What's up, man?)
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| From International Space Station of Funk (I'm ready)
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| Hey Ricky, sing it, man
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| (How can it be sugar-free but still be so sweet and delicious, man?)
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| I couldn’t tell you
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| What’s up everybody, it’s your man Ricky Reed
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| I’m here to tell you about the doodoo face
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| Some real serious-
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| Your boy Ricky Reed resurrected from the de-ad
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| (What are you talkin' about man?)
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| Comin' out the gre-ave
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| Comin' up out the dizzert at the grizzound y’all
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| Who that is with the feet in the dirt?
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| Let it hang out like a big t-shirt
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| That’s Ricky Reed!
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| Like you stepped in something nasty, all stickin' to ya duds
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| Or you smelling like a dude from gettin down, breakin' out in the club
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| When you hear that funky drummer you start losin' your composure
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| You wanna dance act a fool let it all hang out and your face already told ya
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| I wanna do some deep-sea diving girl
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| Deep-sea diving in your junk
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| I’ll be your Jacques Cousteau
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| Down below
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| On the ocean floor
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| To the liquor store
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| Who that is with the feet in the dirt?
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| Let it hang out like a big t-shirt
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| That’s Ricky Reed!
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| I’m diggin' on my record
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| I can’t explain it, it makes me do the straight doodoo face
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| It’s time to find out who you are, don’t try to fight it
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| Let me see that doodoo face
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| This started as a diss track, but I ain’t got time for suckers
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| It’s time, I wanna find out who you are, don’t try to fight it
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| Let me see that doodoo face
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| When I say «Damn, you nasty!»
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| When I say «You smellin' like soccer practice!»
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| When I say «I got this drummer cause he’s meaner than your drummer.»
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| Take that face and put it where your ass is!
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| I’m gettin' an aftertaste off this
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| I’m gettin' a funky aftertaste
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| It’s like it was once delicious and now it is rotten, but it’s good
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| That’s the thing about the doodoo face man
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| It’s like you stepped in some shit, but it’s good shit
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| It’s good shit, baby
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| It’s good shit, lover
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| I had lose my mind just to find it
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| When I found it it was lying on the floor
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| I said ain’t my mind, cause I’m lookin sideways
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| Now I’m feeling like I never have before |