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Sammy Adams

Over Again

 

Over Again

(Album: Ok Cool (Pre-Album 2.0) - 2012)


Eh eh eh
She say eh eh eh
Over again

I got a feeling now we ain't gonna sleep
Got a couple bitches coming to the penthouse sweet
Feel like there's no one above us cuz the last few weeks
Been a blast but the future feel like Kashmir seats
So damn, how you gonna scribe these songs?
Like chess, watch a rapper rapping down these pawns
Cutting heavy over here, go get your own damn lawn
The man in top 40, get your goddamn ha
Crowd that was in Vegas, popped out in the papers
So popping that PDs at me on every pop station
This song, pack your bags, life's about to be a video
Slapping model asses hoola hooping with Cheerios
Make sure the Betty and cutie with a backside
Nift feel, guess who's playing on that halftime
Check, and it's gon be the best damn night
Stop thinking that you're dreaming, this is goddamn life

Okay kay and baby we know know
That at the end of the day day we'll be covered in gold gold
Know it's alright right and everything cool cool
See into your everything and know that's the truth truth
Saying over and over again
Over again
Over again
She said play it over and over again
Over again
Over again
Over again
She say eh eh eh
She say eh eh eh
Over again

Thank God music saved me from a desk job
Cuz right now at the moment I have the best job
So baby ditch the wagon, join the fucking band
Leave your boyfriend at the crib and join the fucking man
Ya and I got a fat check waiting
Cuz I'm making songs pop like the grease on bacon
Skinny white boy, why your fat neck hatin'?
And then I'm coming for your spot, even a whole lot baking
If I if I if I if I ever fall
Y'all crazy out of this shit without any help at all
I'm well from cutting records in my room to killing hoes
Getting out of snow pussy, fucking bitches in the store
Ball so hard got tears in my eyes
Fizz a little influence like open beers in the rie
International money, got my gears on my grind
So just a piece of advice, if you ain't on don't even try to forget get

And baby we know know
That at the end of the day day
We'll be covered in gold gold
Know it's alright right and everything cool cool
See into your everything and know that's the truth truth
Saying over and over again
Over again
Over again
She said play it over and over again
Over again
Over again
Over again
She say eh eh eh
She say eh eh eh
Over again

(And baby we know know
That at the end of the day day
We'll be covered in gold gold
Know it's alright right and everything cool cool
See into your everything and know that's the truth truth)
Saying over and over again
Over again
Over again
She said play it over and over again
Over again
Over again
Over again
She say eh eh eh
She say eh eh eh
Over again

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