Lyrics
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Hasta mañana, don't need no yada
I'm a universal donor but I get nada
I've been tryna call up Lucy, return my Prada
Now she screamin' bloody murder
I feel Nirvana
Don't be throwin' up Zastavas
This ain't grenada
Sent my father to the war, man
Now I'm so Dada
Take my sister Theo's hands,
Then we cross the strata
And we squeaky fresh like poutine
Say hey Canada
So washed up, ay
Got me down like Pompeii, oh-h
So I cut my new chains
And I make my soufflé, oh-oh
Live it up.
Uppercut.
Clean 'em up.
Pretty much
Tall enough.
Pretty much
Cool enough.
Give it up.
Live it up.
Uppercut.
Clean 'em up.
Pretty much
Tall enough.
Pretty much
Big enough.
So washed up, ay
Got me down like Pompeii, oh-h
So I cut my new chains
And I make my soufflé, oh-oh
Give it up.
Live it up.
Uppercut.
Clean 'em up.
Pretty much
Tall enough.
Pretty much
Cool enough.
Give it up.
Live it up.
Uppercut.
Clean 'em up.
Pretty much
Tall enough.
Pretty much
Big enough.
Live it up.
Uppercut.
Clean 'em up.
Pretty much
Tall enough.
Pretty much
Cool enough.
Give it up.
Live it up.
Uppercut.
Clean 'em up.
Pretty much
Tall enough.
Pretty much
Big enough.
So washed up, ay
Oh-h
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