Sick and tired of hearing,
All these people talk about,
What's the deal with this pop life,
And when is it gonna fade out,
The thing you got to realise,
What we're doing is not a trend,
We've got the gift of melody,
We're gonna bring it till the end,
Now, why you wanna try to,
Classify the type of thing we do,
'Cause we're just fine,
Doing what we like,
Can we say the same for you,
Tired of feelin' all around me,
Animosity,
Just worry about yours 'cause
I'm-a get mine, now
People can't you see?
It doesn't matter about the car,
I drive or the ice around my neck,
All that matters,
Is that you recognise,
That it's just about respect,
It doesn't matter,
About the clothes I wear,
Or where I go and why,
All that matters,
Is that if you get crunk,
We're gonna give it,
To you everytime c'mon,
* Do you ever wonder,
Why this music gets you high?
And takes you on a ride,
Feel it when your,
Body starts to rock,
And baby you can't stop,
The music's all you got,
(Baby come on)
This must be. *
Ooh
Man, I'm tired of singing,
Dirty, dirty, dirty pop,
Dirty pop,
Do you ever wonder,
Wonder wonder won.
Pop
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