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A wise man once said to me Closed mouths don't get tagged Closed (yeah, yeah, yeah) This one here, dedicated to all my chaotic brains (Closed mouths) Neurodivergent people (don't, don't, don't, don't) Closed mouths don't get tagged God damn, closed mouths don't get tagged Best believe find out that's the facts Closed mouths don't get tagged If you want that damn tag you better ask (uh-huh) Now put a couple flutes on this track (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) And put in my snare just like that And put something else just in (like what?) Just a random sound, yeah you pick Yeah, yeah we makin' the track here (here we are) Snare, snare, snare, snare, tom, drum Harmonica like Stevie in the '70's And put some pianos way, way ahead of me (where at?) Four bars just like you my enemy And oh, yeah, yeah, yeah, oh (lazy writing) Put in vocal of Fat Joe Put in a sample of Karl Rove Rest in peace to Alex Trebek Samples from Jeopardy Samples from my neck While I'm at the barbershop Put in the sound of my twists Put in the sound of taking shits Put in the sound of doing this (what you mean?) I'm too legit (to quit) Put in Luke saying some shit Put in a lady buying some chokers Now put in a sample from Al Roker Put in an athlete when he got broker And put in another one when it's over A dentist taking out a tooth Put in That UFC announcer Buffer Bruce And put in his brother Michael Buffer too (Shamanastee) All these sounds, 70 mothafucka's gonna sue But bring it Put in my lawyer saying some English (shamanazine shamazee) And then put in the case when we beat it Not guilty Fair use see There's precedent For this type of shit I represent My client to the best of my ability Now punch me in screaming about the real fee Damn! (No!) How much? Ah! (Damn!) That's tough Gotta ask! (gotta ask) Do you have monthly plans? No, I don't Don't ever say that again (Ah!) (Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha) God, god, god, god, god, damn! Punch me in thinking of a line (uhhhh) And punch me in doing that one more time Take it back That's facts Run it again Punch it in like that Punch me in, put in some sound of me struggling with this track (Uhhhhh) And put in some shit we should have delete (Stoneybrook, Stoneybrook, yeah, yeah, yeah) Delete Put in some shit you should've deleted (shamanastee) But sometimes you see on your screen And click and remember that you did it (shamanastee) And it is really shitty (shamanastee) But maybe you can just flip it (shamanastee) Put it in some other software then get it (Shamanastee, shamanastee, shamanastee) And then the idea just lives again
Writer(s): Hannibal Buress Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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