Yeah, the monkey speaks his mind Now, three monkey sittin' in a coconut tree Discussin' things as they all say it to be Said one to the other, now, listen
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You haven't changed a bit since then You always think you're so on top of thing You can't remember where you've been You can't remember who you're following
I'm feelin' mighty old I've got an awful cold I'll soon be walkin' the streets of gold I'm tellin' boys don't you monkey with my widder when I'm gone
Fuck you drunk driver, hate you like MacGyver. Mission Impossible after 20 screwdrivers. I ask for your keys, and you said "oh, no nigga please
Tengoo.. y lo que tengo lo mantengo a base de amor y fe. Sientoo que si no estas no corre el viento quizas afuera si pero no dentro de mi.. Vengooo sin
Here they come, talkin' down on me I get the funniest looks 'cause I said I don't believe They say we were monkeys They think they're saying something
There's nothing real about your fight Nothing in the shit you write You've got charisma in your hair The make up lady put it there, and it's (1+2+3+4
All your friends are famous, you're the man at pulling favours Is that the best that you could do? Is that the best we can do? You say it before, and
Hey, we're gonna be around Hey, we're gonna work it out Hey, there's nothing to fight about Today we're gonna be around You hardly know me, you say I
It's a badly calculated move When you think we feel we need to prove That we paid our fucking dues Well, you're the one that's fucking new You'd know
Pretty scary how they know you It depends on who you talk to From the end to the beginning Only happy when we're singing Smiling for the camera crazy
Coming back at you Record number two What a way to start the day Think you're big enough With a stronger look Got no backup plan in case we blow it
Your Miles Away I'm Not messing about, got a mile of self doubt Yeah, you're not even close, yeah Because you're miles away Another day in bed, sorting
Summer on the underground There's so much sweat a man could drown There's panic on the overland Yeah, London Bridge is falling down Yeah, yeah, yeah,
I'm down on the floor, there's a man on the door He won't let me in 'cause he thinks he's the law He'll give me shout when he's figured it out Gotta pick
Four long years ago, searching for the snow We found the Tahoe lakes, just about the perfect place 50 Runs at 'Heavenly', and the nights at 'Squaw Valley
It's a warning, that's as far as we go Warning, that's as far as we go Save it for the Jury, 'cause I don't care anymore You're not even worthy It's