
Shoo Ba Doop Wax (Ft. Dumbfoundead)
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[Hook]
Shoo Ba Doop
You can't touch me when I sing this song
Shoo Ba Doop Doop
And can't nobody do me wrong, no
One thing about music
When it hits you, you feel no pain
That's why I sing, Shoo Ba Doop Doop
And I'm a sing it til it's time to go home, baby
[Verse 1: Wax]
It's just another usual morning
I'm hung the fuck over in my cubicle snoring
All of a sudden, out the blue with no warning
My boss comes by to review my performance
He's yapping bout my attitude and how poor it is
And the size of my headache done grew to enormous
Damn, what can I do to avoid this?
I hate this fucking job it's so stupid and pointless
I tune out the humans with voices
And my mind plays games like computers with joysticks
I start thinking about a beautiful chorus
With musical chords that are suitable for this moment
And you can fire me on the spot
I clear my desk feeling irey bombaclot
Cause I'm ain't trying to be something I'm not
But I can't lose it, I need this job, cue the music
Shoo Ba Doop
You can't touch me when I sing this song
Shoo Ba Doop Doop
And can't nobody do me wrong, no
One thing about music
When it hits you, you feel no pain
That's why I sing, Shoo Ba Doop Doop
And I'm a sing it til it's time to go home, baby
[Verse 1: Wax]
It's just another usual morning
I'm hung the fuck over in my cubicle snoring
All of a sudden, out the blue with no warning
My boss comes by to review my performance
He's yapping bout my attitude and how poor it is
And the size of my headache done grew to enormous
Damn, what can I do to avoid this?
I hate this fucking job it's so stupid and pointless
I tune out the humans with voices
And my mind plays games like computers with joysticks
I start thinking about a beautiful chorus
With musical chords that are suitable for this moment
And you can fire me on the spot
I clear my desk feeling irey bombaclot
Cause I'm ain't trying to be something I'm not
But I can't lose it, I need this job, cue the music
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