I'm a pale imitator of a boy in the sky
With a cap in his head and a knot in his tie
I'm the light in the mall
When the power is gone
A shadow in the corner, just playing along
I'm only laying in my bed, I'm rolling aside
But if I get a car, I'm hoping to ride
Because I know if I ever
Say "I'm leaving" to you
You've gotta volunteer
And you don't know what to do you'd sigh

You wanna do it, but you
Don't know what you're doing, baby
(A-a-a-a-aah)
You wanna feel it but you don't
Know what you're feeling tonight
(Alright, how are we doing?)
And if you're thinking that I
Don't know what you're thinking, baby
(A-a-a-a-aah)
You do more thinking and I'll go
Out and make it alright
(Alright, how do you do?)

I’m impregnable, incredible
And set in the quo
I’m a late in my rider, not a heart and soul
I got a Saturday night, and nothing is dead
And if I ever had to do it, well
You know I wouldn’t care
I just get down, I love when I’m seen
And if I wanna talk back, the message is free
Then there’s a fire, a ray, a knot in sight
And if you get my tip, you get 'em a lot
You get a heartache

You wanna do it, but you
Don't know what you're doing, baby
(A-a-a-a-aah)
You wanna feel it but you don't
Know what you're feeling tonight
(Alright, how are we doing?)
And if you're thinking that I
Don't know what you're thinking, baby
(A-a-a-a-aah)
You do more thinking and I'll go
Out and make it alright
(Alright, how do you do?)

Every time we try, we get nowhere
Wouldn't it be nice if we
Were just normal people? yeah
Trying so hard to act like we don't care
But it's true, you do, nothing is left
So I guess I'm right

New word, onomatopoeia (Boom)
Quit acting like you don't wanna be here
Fuck around and get jumped like leap year
Glock in the glove make you
Really wanna leave me, alone
Get the fuck on, gone
Okay, okay, okay, back to the happy song
Rap ain't nothing but the art of talkin' shit
My girl look pretty up there riding dick
My plaid past, my solid future
Asinine ass and a gorgeous coochie
I'm an OutKast but you're into me
Summer got mad 'cause winter blew me
That Juicy Fruit, that splooshy sploosh
Generation X on bloopty bloop
Get duped, gotta get doopy-dupe
Everybody hit the floor, we through the roof
Like a chimney, I commend me how come it be
Some lame ass nigga talking about
"Ah, he don't rap enough"
But y'all rap a lot and I'm like "Wrap it up
Hoe" you ain't Scarface, you ain't Willie D
You ain't Bushwick, you ain't killin' me
Better play with your motherfucking momma
Bet you still stay with
Your motherfucking momma
Keep sleeping on me, I'mma rock my pajamas
In the daytime, I swear, I promise
Dare a nigga say something
Tear a nigga face off
How come blacks don't play baseball?
Y'all white, know y'all can taste all
This fly shit, I stay finna take off

Do Ya damn Thing, Do Ya Thing-a Thing
Do Ya damn Thing, Do Ya Thing-a Thing
Do Ya damn Thing, Do Ya Thing-a Thing
You ain't fresh squeezed juice, nigga
You that Tang
Do Ya damn Thing, Do Ya Thing-a Thing
Do Ya damn Thing, Do Ya Thing-a Thing
Do Ya damn Thing, Do Ya Thing-a Thing
Wait, is you really Slick Rick? Nope
You Dana Dane

Bet it up, head erupts
A lava language in a vocal volcanic
If it ain't fixed, don't broke it
Don't panic
If it ain't this, it ain't shit, goddamn it
If it ain't this, it ain't dope
It don't flush
And if it ain't hip, it don't hop
Well then hush "Man they sound like-"
"Man they stole your-" "Man they look like-"
Nope, it ain't us

Do Ya damn Thing, Do Ya Thing-a Thing
Do Ya damn Thing, Do Ya Thing-a Thing
Do Ya damn Thing, Do Ya Thing-a Thing
Wait, is you really Slick Rick? Nope
You Dana Dane
Do Ya damn Thing, Do Ya Thing-a Thing
Do Ya damn Thing, Do Ya Thing-a Thing
Do Ya damn Thing, Do Ya Thing-a Thing
You ain't fresh squeezed juice, nigga
You that Tang

Every time we try, we get nowhere
Wouldn't it be nice if we
Were just normal people? yeah
Trying so hard to act like we don't care
(I don't care)
But it's true, you do, nothing is left
So I guess I'm right

Flip the page, our days are revelations
Space is strange, doctor
I've got no patience
Oh, it's all a part of the process
(Okay, okay)
Nothing's new, it's true, cool, I admit
Shit, I guess you're right Writer/s: ANDRE BENJAMIN, DAMON ALBAM, JAMES JOSEPH MURPHY, JAMIE CHRISTOPHER HEWLETT
Publisher: BMG Rights Management
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