Smash Mouth - The Game Lyrics
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The Game
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What Are The Lyrics For The Game By Smash Mouth?
Did you ever feel unincluded
Pissed off ready to lose it You're just spinning all your wheels Did you ever feel uninvited Not on the list tonight it Don't mean you can't make it real Whoa whoa whoa Take your nothing Whoa whoa whoa Make it something Hey what you wanna do today What you really wanna say Show me what you're made of Hey you know you can have it all Pick it up and throw the ball All you gotta do is play the game Play the game Got a backstage pass in my pocket It's yours if you want it The whole wide world is on your side Come on and stop freakin' No sense in over thinkin' You gotta walk before you fly Whoa whoa whoa Take your nothing Whoa whoa whoa Make it something Hey what you wanna do today What you really wanna say Show me what you're made of Hey you know you can have it all Pick it up and throw the ball All you gotta do is play the game Play the game Yeah you got it Yeah if you want it Yeah don't stop it now Hey what you wanna do today What you really wanna say Show me what you're made of Hey you know you can have it all Pick it up and throw the ball All you gotta do is play the Hey what you wanna do today What you really wanna say Show me what you're made of Hey you know you can have it all Pick it up and throw the ball All you gotta do is play the game Play the game Play the game |
Who Wrote The Game By Smash Mouth?
Andrew Fromme, Steve Harwell, Mike Krompass, Shelly M Peiken
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What's The Duration Of The The Game By Smash Mouth?The duration of The Game is 2:36 minutes and seconds. |
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