[Jorma]
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Yea
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This beat remind me of back in the day
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Sunshine chillin
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Man, tell em about your perfect Saturday
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[Jorm and Kiva]
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Woke up at ten, no worries at all
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Another sunny day in LA, that¡¯s how we roll
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Hit my homie J cuz he rolls the blunts tight
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Head¡¯s still spinnin from the freaks last night
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Yea man, you know I got the sticky for sho
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And 5 females coming over at 4
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I¡¯mma hop in the shower, clean my nuts
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Throw on the polo sport to impress the stunts
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Rollin up in the Charger with the suicide doors
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Top down cruising as I head to the store
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Jim has some brews, everything that we need
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Then back to the crib smoking indoor weed
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It¡¯s the perfect Saturday, there¡¯s knock on the door
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Man these girls are here early, it¡¯s a quarter to four
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Man, which of these freaks I¡¯mma see in my bed
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Open the door and see my homie Ned
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Oh hey guys, how¡¯s it going?
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(Wuddup Ned?)
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I got 911, need to use your head
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(That¡¯s a no can do, ooh your breath is all hit)
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Yea, I know, now move, I gotta take a shit
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(Now normally Ned, the bathroom was yours
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But we got those fine freaks coming over at 4)
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Fine freaks?! Okay, new plan
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I¡¯ll just hold it and let out small farts for the rest of the night
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Okay Ned, thanks for stopping by
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(You¡¯re welcome)
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Seriously Ned, it was good to see you
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(I know)
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Listen, the freaks are gonna be here any minute
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We gotta get rid of this guy
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Hey dude, he¡¯s your friend, you should ask him to leave
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Listen, if the freaks come here he cannot be here
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Oh, god [fart noises]
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Shit!
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Ah, one second
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What time is it?
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It¡¯s 4, it¡¯s them
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Who? The freaks?
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Yes, get Ned out
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Ned you gotta hop out the window
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But we¡¯re on the 5th floor,
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Yes, move like endo
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I¡¯m not doing that
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Then hit the bathroom on the double
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The dump's in my butt and your toilets are trouble
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Look, seriously I¡¯ll hold it
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I¡¯ve been in this situation literally hundreds of times
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Oh what the fuck?
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Oh no
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I¡¯m gonna need to borrow some pants
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No
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Oh hey ladies
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(Oh my God it smells like fuckin death in here)
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Hey freaks!
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(This place smells like shit)
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It was them
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We're out of here
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Becca wait
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Oh you guys blew it
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Well that¡¯s too bad but we ain¡¯t mad
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No. In fact, we got something to show you
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It¡¯s down this hallway, and open this door
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(A surprise?)
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Yea man, something like that
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So walk out front and don¡¯t look back
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(What¡¯s all this plastic? Were you painting last night?)
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Don¡¯t worry about it, just walk towards the light
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(It sure is pretty)
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Yea, sure is
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Close your eyes Ned
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(You¡¯re my only friends)
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[gunshot]
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[Kiva]
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Yea, motherfuckers
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You already think you were gonna get out of this without a fart joke did you?
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You wack motherfuckers
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You pussy motherfuckers
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The fuck yall thinkin?
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This is Lonely Island!
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Oh cause we got a little paper now?
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And you see us on the TV
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You think we don¡¯t do fart jokes no more?
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We were doin fart jokes when you were suckin ya mama¡¯s tit
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Ya fart motherfuckers, fuck yall
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[fart]
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Perfect Saturday
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The Lonely Island |