Tell the guy in apartment 904

That he listens to music not loud enough

He’s got good taste

Yeah yeah

Yeah yeah

Pretty tasty

It’s delicious

Hey that song kinda sounds like this one i think it goes like

He's got good taste

I'll bet you a hundred dollars

He's smokin' on that great green

Although his hair is so greasy

Like Waffle House in the morning

He's got enough THC

At The Twisted Tea Garden

Oh you just breathe it in

Oh

So fly with the beat

The three little birds can't compete

So fire on your feet

You're so hot and you're feelin' the heat like

Yeah yeah

Yeah yeah

Yeah yeah

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Yeah yeah

Yeah yeah

Yeah yeah

Speed racer, light-speed chaser

I'm goin' a hundred miles

Flyin' past the galaxy

Uphill, where there's no air

Your breath's taken by me

Just take a hit of this green

And be set free

Oh, if you need to slow down

If you need to touch ground

We can do that too

I just wanna be fooled with you

Yeah yeah

Yeah yeah yeah

Yeah yeah

Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah ha

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Yeah yeah ha

Yeah yeah

Yeah ha yeah ha ha

Bring it back to your body

Bring it back to your soul

Yeah yeah yeah yeah (yeah yeah yeah)

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