Four three two one
I don't think you can hold your own
Five six seven eight
I don't think you can save your face
You don't say no
He dunk the backboard
And he sleep on the couch
He jump the backseat
And he sleep on the couch
He drive the backroad
He drive the backroad
And he sleep
You're a pusher
Spy in a bath
We make us move
Like some kind of bath
Come when you need some
Come when you need some
You're a pusher
He dunk the backboard
And he sleep on the couch
He jump the backseat
And he sleep on the couch
He drive the backroad
He drive the backroad
And he sleep
He dunk the backboard
And he sleep on the couch
He jump the backseat
And he sleep on the couch
He drive the backroad
He drive the backroad
And he sleep
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