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You can have it all, if you don't need nothing 
Keep the good vibes rolling, if it helps with one's loving 
It's like a whole EDM festival, coming from your mouth 
Not like those turntable dudes, down in the deep south 
I thought DJs had had their freestyle spinning last days 
Like Catholic church priests and their unholy friggin ways 

Licking soda-pops over a long hot summer holiday 
Kissing a girl named, Katy Perry, the very next day 
Licking it all up, before she shows her b-SiDE 
Then screams to three, to come on back inside 
Like snatching the America's Cup, with Ben Lexcen’s winning keel 
While somewhere amongst the hills of Hollywood’s La La Land
Whole plates of food, just going to waste, inside, never never, friggin Disneyland 
While a starving homie, maybe, just ate his very last meal 

They say, ‘I'm the new messiah’. Thanks, but, I don't even try 
Thanks to so few, excluding the ones, who waved me on by 
I'm sort of creating, a brand new hype and buzz 
Full of pure clarity, with a dash of man-made fuzz 
When the beat stops, from its fast-talking pace 
We all like to flop and drop that friggin bass 

Licking soda-pops over a long hot summer holiday 
Kissing a girl named, Katy Perry, the very next day 
Licking it all up, before she shows her b-SiDE 
Then screams to three, to come on back inside 
Like snatching the America's Cup, with Ben Lexcen’s winning keel 
While somewhere amongst the hills of Hollywood’s La La Land
Whole plates of food, just going to waste, inside never never, friggin Disneyland 
While a starving homie, maybe, just ate his very last meal

A shout out, to all my southern conquistadors and homeward bound homie’s
Ignore all the Los Angeles doomsayers and Hollywood snapchat phoney's 
Elevator doors always be jammin' and then coming to a closure 
We all like a moment, of shy mouth miming, with very little exposure 
From a worldwide hit or an Aussie Whispering Jack golden classic 
From the sound of a crackling frisbee, made from nothing,
but pure black plastic 

Licking soda-pops over a long hot summer holiday 
Kissing a girl named, Katy Perry, the very next day 
Licking it all up, before she shows her b-SiDE 
Then screams to three, to come on back inside 
Like snatching the America's Cup, with Ben Lexcen’s winning keel 
While somewhere amongst the hills of Hollywood’s La La Land
Whole plates of food, just going to waste, inside, never never, friggin Disneyland 
While a starving homie, maybe, just ate his very last meal.
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