DoYaThing (Radio Edit)

[Verse 1:]
I'm a pale imitator of a boy in the sky
With a cap in his head and a knot in his tie
I'm the light in the mall when the power is gone
The shadow in the corner, is playing along
I'm only laying in my bed, I'm rolling aside
But if I get a car, a moment arrived
Because I know if I ever shared a living of you
You've got a volunteer, and you don't know what to do.

[Hook: James Murphy]
You will not do it, but you don't know what you're doin baby (A-a-a-a-aha)
You will not feel it but you don't know what you're feeling tonight (Alright, how are we doin?)
And if you're thinking that I don't know what you're thinking baby (A-a-a-a-aha)
You do more thinking and I'll go out and make it alright (Alright, how do you do?)

[Verse 2:]
I'm impregnable, incredible, the setting of quo
I'm at Lay Chimirida, not a heart and soul
I got a Saturday night, and nothing is dead
And if I ever had to do it, well, you know I wouldn't care
I just kicked down, I love when I'm seen
Yeah, and if I'm on a tour back, the message is free
Then there's a fire, a ray, a knot in sight
And if you get popped here, you get ‘em a lot
You get a heart, bake.

[Hook]

[Bridge: Andre 3000]
Every time we try we get nowhere
Wouldn't it be nice if we were just normal people?
Trying so hard to act like we don't care
But it's true you do, nothing is left
So I guess I'm right.

[Andre 3000]
New word, onomatopoeia (boom)
Quit actin like you don't wanna be here
Fuck around and get jumped like leap year
Glock and a glove make you really wanna leave me a...
Lone, get off the gone gone
Ok ok ok back to the happy song
Rap ain't nothing but the art of talkin shit
My girl look pretty up there riding dick
My plaid past, my solid future
Asinine ass and a gorgeous coochie
I'm an Outkast but you're into me
Summer got mad cause the winter blew me
That Juicy Fruit, that splooshy sploosh
Generation X on bloopty bloop
Get duked gotta get duked the duke
Everybody hit the floor, we through the roof
Like a chimney, I commend me
How come it be, some lame ass
Nigga talking about, "Ah he don't rap enough"
But ya'll rap alot and I'm like rap it up ho
You ain't Scarface, you ain't Willie D
You ain't Bushwick, you ain't killin me
Better play with your mothafuckin' momma
Bet you still stay with your mothafuckin' momma
Keep sleeping on me, I'mma rock my pajamas
In the daytime, I swear I promise
Dare a nigga say something
Tear a nigga face off
How come blacks don't play baseball?
Ya'll white, know ya'll can taste all this
Fly shit, I stay fin to take off
Do ya damn thing, do ya thing-a-thing
Do ya damn thing, do ya thing-a-thing
Do ya damn thing, do ya thing-a-thing
You ain't fresh squeezed juice nigga you that Tang
Do ya damn thing, do ya thing-a-thing
Do ya damn thing, do ya thing-a-thing
Do ya damn thing, do ya thing-a-thing
Wait is you really Slick Rick? Nope, you Dana Dane
Bet it up, header ups
A lava language in a vocal volcanic
If it ain't fixed don't broke it don't panic
If it ain't this it ain't shit god damn it
If it ain't this it ain't dope, it don't flush
And If it ain't hip, it don't hop, well then hush
Man they sound like, man they stole your
Man they look like- nope, it ain't us
Do ya damn thing, do ya thing-a-thing
Do ya damn thing, do ya thing-a-thing
Do ya damn thing, do ya thing-a-thing
Wait is you really Slick Rick? Nope, you Dana Dane
Do ya damn thing, do ya thing-a-thing
Do ya damn thing, do ya thing-a-thing
Do ya damn thing, do ya thing-a-thing
You ain't fresh squeezed juice nigga you that Tang.

[Bridge]

People page our days are revelatious
Space is strange, doctor I've got no patience
Oh it's all a part of the process
Nothings new it's true, cool I admit
Shit I guess you're right.