Body Language - Social Studies Lyrics
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Social Studies
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What Are The Lyrics For Social Studies By Body Language?
This lifestyles got me on my toes, but I'ma let it go
I'll lick pretend you were clinching my face, how does this exist? Relieve some tension We used to climb inside his cheese, girls and un-scrapped knee's And we chase down, the sound of girls who couldn't place It finally caught ya, it ain't like I want ya Time, time, time, time to do what I want, forget all them other fools, its us to choose Do what you got to do Time, time, time, time to do what I want, forget all them other fools, its us to choose Do what you got to do Do the best to jump over our fans Who guzzle under the influence influence (Oh oh) we've got to be stronger than that We'll bore in missin' lands (oh oh) So we shout out "Our we the resistance?" and we ride, a wiza' can be 'Cause it doesn't make a difference, never makes a difference And we chase down, the sound of girls who couldn't place, it finally caught ya It ain't like I want ya Time, time, time, time to do what I want, forget all them other fools, its us to choose Do what you got to do Time, time, time, time to do what I want, forget all them other fools, its us to choose Do what you got to do |
Who Wrote Social Studies By Body Language?
Matthew Young, Angelica Bess, Grant Wheeler
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What's The Duration Of The Social Studies By Body Language?The duration of Social Studies is 3:32 minutes and seconds. |
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