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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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American Idle

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.