Gorillaz featuring Andre 3000 and James Murphy - DoYaThing (radio edit) | Текст песни

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• Gorillaz featuring Andre 3000 and James Murphy
• DoYaThing (radio edit)

I'm a pale imitator of a boy in the sky
With a cap on his head and a knot in his tie
I'm the light in the mall when the power is gone
A shadow in a corner, just playin' along!
I'm gonna lay in my bed, I'm rolling aside
But if a get a car, uh, I'm (?) to ride
Because I know if I ever say "I'm leaving" to you
You've got a folding chair and you don't know what to do!

[Hook]
You wanna do it but you don't know what you doing, baby
You wanna feel it but you don't know what you're feeling tonight
And if you're thinking that I don't know what you're thinking, baby
You go on thinking and you gonna make it alright!

[Verse 2]
I’m impregnable
I’m a late, not a heart in
I got Šaturday night, enough'š been said
If I ever had to do it
Well, you know I wouldn’t care
I’d just get down, I’m loving the feat
And if I wanna talk back, the mesšage is free
I never found a ray and
And if you can’t partake, you get ‘em alive
You get a heart
(?)

[Hook]

[Bridge: Andre 3000]
Every time we try, we get nowhere
Wouldn't it be nice if we were jut normal people, yeah
Trying so hard to act like we don't care
But it's true you do, nothing is left so I guess I'm right

[Verse 3: Andre 3000]
New word - onomatopoeia
Boom! Quit acting like you don't wanna be here
Fuck around and get jumped like leap year
Glock in the glove make you really wanna leave me A-lone
Get the fuck on, gone
Okay, okay, okay, back to the happy song
Rap ain't nothing but all the talking shit
My girl look pretty up there, round, thick
My plaid past, my solid future
Asinine ass and a gorgeous coochie
I'm an Outkast but you're into me
Summer got mad cause winter blew me
That juicy fruit, that splooshy sploosh
Generation X on bloopty bloop
Get doop, gotta get doopty doop
E'rybody hit the floor, we through the roof
Like a chimney, I commend me
How come it be? Some lame ass nigga
Talking about "Ah he don't rap enough"
But y'all rap a lot, and I'm like rap it up, ho
Yee ain't Scarface, yeen Willie D
Yee ain't Bushwick, yeen killin' me
Better play with your mufucking mama
Bet you still stay with your mufucking mama
Keep sleeping on me, I'mma rock my pajamas
In the daytime, I swear, I promise
Dare a nigga "say something" tear a nigga face off
How come blacks don't play baseball?
Y'all white, know y'all can taste all
This fly shit I stay finna take off

Do ya damn thang, do ya thang-a-thang
Do ya damn thang, do ya thang-a-thang
Do ya damn thang, do ya thang-a-thang
Yee ain't fresh squeezed juice, nigga you that Tang
Do ya damn thang, do ya thang-a-thang
Do ya damn thang, do ya thang-a-thang
Do ya damn thang, do ya thang-a-thang
Wait, you really Slick Rick? Nope you Dana Dane

Bet it up, header ups
A lava language and the vocal volcanic
If it ain't fixed don't broke it, don't panic
If it ain't this, it ain't shit, God dammit
If it ain't this, it ain't dope, it don't flush
And if it ain't hip or don't hop, well then hush
Man they sound like, man they stole yo
Man they look like, nope it ain't us

Do ya damn thang, do ya thang-a-thang
Do ya damn thang, do ya thang-a-thang
Do ya damn thang, do ya thang-a-thang
Is you really Slick Rick? nope you Dana Dane
Do ya damn thang, do ya thang-a-thang
Do ya damn thang, do ya thang-a-thang
Do ya damn thang, do ya thang-a-thang
Yeen fresh squeezed juice, nigga you that Tang

[Bridge]

Flip the page, our days are revelations (Hiiide!)
Space is strange, doctor, I've got no patience!
Oh, it's all a part of the process (Okay, okay)
Nothin's new, it's true, cool, I admit, shit, I guess you're righ