Lady (Um humm)
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Oh baby (Um humm)
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My sweet baby (Um humm)
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You're the one (Fury)
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[Chorus]
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Lady (Oh yeah)
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Oh, baby (oh yeah)
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My sweet baby (oh yeah)
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You're the one
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Uh huh... I know
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[Verse 1]
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Well it's Mr. Obituary, put beats in a cemetery
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I rip a beat into pieces, like sheets in a dictionary
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The teachers try tried to teach me but I was sleepin' in every class
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I never passed, it didn't seem necessary
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I'm super psychedelic
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I'm smokin' weed whit the fairies
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And if drugs are bad, throw away every CD you carry
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Cause drugs have inspired every musical visionary
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And this ain't even the album
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So the thought alone should be scary
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I do this for the geeks who feel they need to compare me
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I swear I'll push this button, give me a reason or dare me
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And everything gets blown and everybody gets buried
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And there you have it, I shot the track like Berry
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[Chorus]
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Lady (oh yeah)
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Oh, baby (oh yeah)
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Oh, baby (oh yeah)
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Oh, baby (oh yeah)
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My, my baby (oh yeah)
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Oh, baby (oh yeah)
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My sweet baby (oh yeah)
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You're the one
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I know, I know, I know, haha
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[Verse 2]
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They tryin' figure out, what's my business incentive
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I'm simply tryin' speak to who or whatever will listen
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And reach out to the kids who the doctor prescribed with Ritalin
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So this for all of my aliens and all the Indigo Children
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And anyone who said I would never see this position
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Allow me to drop my pants and turn around for you to kiss it
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Huh
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But that was the motivation I needed for me to get it
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And this has been a Bobby Ray Power Point presentition
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I mean... presentation...
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Aww, whatever you don't care
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My Sweet Baby
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| B.O.B. |
