[Intro: Rabbi Darkside, Mariella]
This right here is a little bit of that
Brooklyn backyard boogie
(Ooh-hoo)
(Uh) Ain’t nobody [?] (Let your soul shine)
Just so fresh, so fresh, so clean (Hah!) (So clean!)
(Ooh) Feel fly today, feel fresh (Hoo)
Ain’t nobody [?], we just so fresh, so fresh (Let go, let’s go!), so clean
[Verse 1: Rabbi Darkside, Mariella]
Silly whatchu doing like you’re pinned up in backyard
In a village or in Brooklyn or a pinto on a trash barge
Partying like Miller Time, not virtual like chats
So you better get to swerving on the perpetual wax (Oh!)
Rebels in the pocket but the book is not the Little Red
Committed to riddle, you visual lyric intricate
Invisible digital, we don’t even need phone lines
We gon make your soul shine
Going in the whole nine
Clothesline running on a pulley
Four, five stories from the ground floor garden and the lilies
Better in the summertime when the sun is fully
Working up a sweat out of the sight of police
Never trick me twice like I’m Kelis
Always hang dry delicate wools and imported silk sheets
Still feet, don’t fly on the dance ride
With the ILLspok’, ‘Boy Sand and Rabbi (Ah!)
[Verse 2: Rabbi Darkside]
Filthy get cleaned and the wet get dried
Then we pressing out the freshness, iron applied
Nickodemus on the cut supplying the vibe
Never needed fabric softener, machine or the Tide
We convenin’ in an alleyway a meeting of the minds
We the magistrates who allocate the keeping of the time
You better calibrate your static weight and reach up for the sky
Hands high
Get off that line!
[Hook: Mariella, Rabbi Darkside, Homeboy Sandman]
Don’t just hang, do your thing, get up off of that (Yeah, come on) line
Let go, everybody let’s go, let go, everybody let’s go (Let’s go!)
Don’t just hang, do your thing, get up off of that line
(Get up!) Hands free (Get up!), let’s feel the breeze (Get up!), hands free (Get up!), let’s feel the breeze
Don’t just hang, do your thing, get up off of that line
Stay dry, hands high, stay dry, hands high
Don’t just hang, do your thing, get up (Hah-hah-hah) off of that line
Everybody now fly, now fly, now fly, now fly
[Verse 3: Homeboy Sandman, Mariella]
Clothes on a clothesline, it’s go time (Let your soul shine, yo)
You got too much starch
Ain’t you got you no smarts? (Mm)
Aren’t you happy you were brung out? (Mm-hm?)
Or are you trying to get wrung out? (Nah, nah, nah)
The sun’s out, the Good Sun
I gotta, those clothespins and get open
Ladies, I can tell you’re soaking (Ooh!)
Ain’t no use in tryna to play it lowkey
We don’t need Woolite, we soapy (Ooh!)
Hopefully since we air dry we don’t shrink (Mm-hm!)
Nothing like the breeze in Spring
Fresh and clean so we don’t stink (Ah!)
Back and forth we swing
Swaying in the wind, going for the win
Honey, my homey just let me hold his whip
You fresh out the spin cycle, would you like to take a spin? (Aaw!)
Get up off that line
And lay it all on the line (Aw!)
I ain’t never lied
(Why you lyin’?)
Eh-eh, eh-eh, eh-eh
[Hook: Mariella, Rabbi Darkside]
Don’t just hang, do your thing, get up off of that (Yeah, come on) line
Let go, everybody let’s go, let go, everybody let’s go (Let’s go!)
Don’t just hang, do your thing, get up off of that line
Hands free, let’s feel the breeze, hands free, let’s feel the breeze (Woo!)
Don’t just hang, do your thing, get up off of that line
Stay dry, hands high, stay dry, hands high
Don’t just hang, do your thing, get up off of that line
Everybody now fly, now fly, now fly, now fly
[Verse 4: ILLspokinN, Mariella]
Uh, shout to the fellas
Lines for the women, this one for the linens
Outside of your building, this one for the listeners
Senior to the children, overthinking thinkers (What?)
Dampened by the meaning
Think we oughta leave them out for the evening
Pinned to the thread for their own benefit
Judge, jury, executioner hung over sentences
Hand washed padlocked wraps and matched socks
Better lower chances of the unmatched socks
Our shoes don’t shrink and they’re hard to fill
(Ladies!) Hard pressed for the starch of Ill
They always claim: “We on our laundry game”
Fresh wore wardrobe slang, it’s almost clean
No more coins, ain’t no thang
Just hang!
[Verse 5: ILLspokinN]
Some before they outcome tumble dry warm
Like mine, fresh air, strong lullaby, calm
Take it for a minute long with stacks on the song
Don’t mind a handle on for the shit that I be on
White styles darken and dark style fade
Ink over everything I don’t segre-gate
I delegate for delicates before I wash them out
Hesitant about a little static? Bounce!
[Hook: Mariella, Rabbi Darkside]
Don’t just hang, do your thing, get up off of that (Yeah, come on) line
Let go, everybody let’s go, let go, everybody let’s go (Let’s go!)
Don’t just hang, do your thing, get up off of that line
Hands free, let’s feel the breeze, hands free, let’s feel the breeze
Don’t just hang, do your thing, get up off of that line
Stay dry, hands high, stay dry, hands high
Don’t just hang, do your thing, get up off of that line
Everybody now fly, now fly, now fly, now fly!