Description

It ain't no joke, I'd like to buy the world a toke
And teach the world to sing in perfect harmony
And teach the world to snuff the fires and the liars
Hey, I know it's just a song but it's spice for the recipe

This is a love attack, I know, went out but it's back
It's just like any fad, it retracts before impact
And just like fashion, it's a passion for the with it and hip
If you got the goods, they'll come and buy it just to stay in the clique

So don't delay, act now, supplies are running out
Allow if you're still alive, six to eight years to arrive
And if you follow, there may be a tomorrow
But if the offer is shun, you might as well be walkin' on the sun

Twenty-five years ago, they spoke out and they broke out
Of recession and oppression and together they toked
And they folked out with guitars around a bonfire
Just singin' and clappin', man, what the hell happened there?

Some were spellbound, some were hell bound
Some they fell down and some got back up
And fought back against the melt-down
And their kids were hippie chicks or hypocrites
Because fashion is smashin' the true meaning of it

So don't delay, act now, supplies are running out
Allow if you're still alive, six to eight years to arrive
And if you follow, there may be a tomorrow
But if the offer is shun, you might as well be walkin' on the sun

And it ain't no joke when our mama's handkerchief is soaked
With her tears because her baby's life has been revoked
The bond is broke up, so choke up and focus on the close up
Mr. Wizard can't reform, no God-like hocus-pocus

So don't sit back, kick back and watch the world get bushwhacked
News at ten, your neighborhood is under attack
Put away the crack before the crack put you away
You need to be there when your baby's old enough to relate

So don't delay, act now, supplies are running out
Allow if you're still alive, six to eight years to arrive
And if you follow, there may be a tomorrow
But if the offer is shun, you might as well be walkin' on the sun
You might as well be walkin' on the sun
You might as well be walkin' on the sun
You might as well be walkin' on the sun
You might as well be walkin' on the sun

I fell for your magic, I tasted your skin
And all this is tragic, at least I found the end
I witness your madness, you shed light on my sins

And if we share in this sadness, then where have you been?

I know you're not alone, like you used to be
'Cause I'm not the one, like you used to think
So you just run
I know that it's dark, you miss misery
Guess I'm not enough, like you used to think
So I'll just run

You bathe in your victory
You blew out all my fumes
And if I took on the planet
Will I pay my dues?
Your love was a mystery
Yeah, my love is a fool
And I travel the country just to get to you

I know you're not alone, like you used to be
'Cause I'm not the one, like you used to think
So you just run
I know that it's dark, you miss misery
Guess I'm not enough, like you used to think
So I'll just run

And I travel the country just to pretend
I know you're not alone
I know you're not alone
I know you're not alone

[Intro]
Yeah, all my friends no fun
Yeah, all my friends no fun

[Verse 1]
Fuck my friends, they're gone
They all left one by one
And now that summer's done
They don't need no more fun
Yeah, I drive around on my own
I'm rich, but my A/C broke
Don't check no mail, no phone
And I tell them I'm not home

[Pre-Chorus]
And I keep to myself
Fuck with no one else
And I know it's my fault
But I don't care
And I keep to myself
Who are you to pretend?
And I know it's my fault
It'll never end

[Chorus]
Yeah, all my friends no fun
Yeah, all my friends no fun
Drive around on my own
Yeah, all my friends no fun
Yeah, all my friends no fun
Yeah, all my friends no fun
All they do is nothin'
Yeah, all my friends no—
(No fun, no fun
No fun, no fun)

[Verse 2]
Yeah, I can't get no sleep
I look so good in green
I run, I run, I run (I run, I run)
And I don't have no more dreams
I drive around on my own
Feel dead, but I feel my bones (My bones)
I hide out on my throne (My throne)
Open up, now my cover's blown
Yeah, now my cover's blown
Yeah, now my cover's blown
Oh, now my cover's blown
Oh, now my cover's—

[Chorus]
Yeah, all my friends no fun
Yeah, all my friends no fun
Drive around on my own
Yeah, all my friends no f—
Yeah, all my friends no fun
Yeah, all my friends no fun
Drive around on my own
Yeah, all my friends no fun
Yeah, all my friends no fun
Yeah, all my friends no fun
All they do is nothin'
Yeah, all my friends no—

[Outro]
No fun, no fun, no—
No fun, no fun
No fun, no fun
No fun, no fun
No fun, no fun
No fun, no fun
No fun, no fun
No fun, no fun
No fun, no fun

Thank you!

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Gracias :D

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Thank you!! Nice song

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Thanks !

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Smashmouth right? xD cool song.

Thanks!.

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Thanks!

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😮

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Hvala puno!

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Thanks mumbleboxcake!!!!!

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Thank you!

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It is the longest wall of text I ever seen in ga description. It is fun(y)

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damn this Description

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JOJI IS THE BEST. DAAAMN.

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Thanks

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Thanks

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Swangin' in that '64
Ridin' with a dead ho
Bitch I'm from that murder block
Don't give a fuck bout gettin' caught
It's time to meet yo maker
Undertaker of the murder clan
Don't fuck with mark ass bitches
Send them off up in a ambulance
$chema boys and $uicide
Cock it back it's do or die
Time to make some momma's cry
I fantasize bout homicide
Creepin' in the cemetery
Knuckin' buckin' with tha Cherry
Pussy boys don't fuck with fairies
Blood all on me like I'm Carrie
Red rum
Red rum
Chop his body put him in the bag
Murder
Murder
Every time that '45 blast
Lame ass bitches, I'm the devils bastard
(When I catch ya mark ass slippin')
I'ma blast ya
Well it's that ammo-dodgin
In all camouflage and I'm just flodgin
Loafin
Smokin
Chokin potent in my coffin
Loking
Toking up
I'm…

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Thanks♥

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Thanks!

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Thanks!

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Thanks!

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Thank you!!

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muchas gracias

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Oh no.
Smash Mouth that's one is good

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