Sick and tired of hearing
All these people talk about
What's the deal with this pop life
And when is it gonna fade out
The thing you got to realise
What we're doing is not a trend
We've got the gift of melody
We're gonna bring it till the end
Now, why you wanna try to
Classify the type of thing we do
'Cause we're just fine
Doing what we like,
Can we say the same for you
Tired of feelin' all around me
Animosity
Just worry about yours 'cause
I'm-a get mine, now
People can't you see?
It doesn't matter about the car
I drive or the ice around my neck
All that matters,
Is that you recognise
That it's just about respect
It doesn't matter
About the clothes I wear
Or where I go and why
All that matters,
Is that if you get crunk
We're gonna give it
To you everytime c'mon
Do you ever wonder
Why this music gets you high?
And takes you on a ride,
Feel it when your
Body starts to rock
And baby you can't stop,
The music's all you got
(Baby come on)
This must be
Ooh
Man, I'm tired of singing
Dirty, dirty, dirty pop
Dirty pop
Do you ever wonder
Wonder wonder won
Do you ever wonder
Why this music gets you high?
And takes you on a ride,
Feel it when your
Body starts to rock
And baby you can't stop,
The music's all you got
(Baby come on)
This must be
Do you ever wonder
Why this music gets you high?
And takes you on a ride,
Feel it when your
Body starts to rock
And baby you can't stop,
The music's all you got
(Baby come on)
This must be
pop
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