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letra de listen - solsa

[intro]
listen, listen, listen
listen, listen, listen

[verse 1]
why ya’ ears so big?
all the better to hear you with
i can hear everything
i can hear all the way from here to adelaide
i can hear your sh-t cars
comin’ round the corner real fast
couldn’t care ya’ mad dog
speed cameras, they flash
and if you crash you crash
whatever, you can bl–dy do with your life
don’t be a sh-t bloke, be a nice guy
can hear a coin drop in the next suburb
can hear a psycho on the bus mumbling their words
i can hear way too many things sometimеs
i can hear way too many things sometimes
why ya’ еars so big?
all the better to hear you with fella
get the best reception, just a human antenna
i can hear everything you say
i can hear everything you say
don’t mind me, just listening to your life
anything you spit out, it could be worth a dime
commit crime (all the time, every day)
crime, commit crime, crime
i don’t wanna be in the backseat of yo’ car
just wanna be in the backseat of yo’ car
i just wanna be in the backseat of yo’ car
intoxicated, sh-t-faced
why won’t everybody just everybody just (shut the f-ck-)
dance, dance, dance, wit’ it, uh, uh
shake your, uh, shake your, uh, uh, uh, uhuh
yeah, uh, yeah, yeah, yeah
[verse 2]
don’t need an explanation
move ya’ hands
pull down your pants
try not to use big words so everything makes sense
i just, i just, i just, i just
don’t want to download your app, nonsense
every p-ssy has a conscious
that guy looks like he wants to punch us
and if he wants to do that, then i’ma do a runner
run ya’, run ya’, run ya’ outta town (run ya’ till your legs fall off)
work so hard, make you wanna call your life off
splatter on the windshield, wipe off
in the future all our brains will be ipods
take some time, bounce around and you break for a bit
bounce, bounce, dance, make it rain n’ sh-t
at the end of the day i guess, i’m the king of my own castle, hey

[bridge]
f-ck off the count for a minute
we’re the bad boys, put our backs into workin’ it
f-ck off the count for a minute
we’re the bad boys, put our backs into workin’ it

[verse 3]
drive real fast to this song
please don’t crash, put your seatbelt on
a lot of dumb dudes with phones in their hands
might have to crash the whip before they fully understand
are yah listening? well you must be
oh you were too good to bump me?
are yah listening? well you must be (yah must be)

- solsa

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