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Listen to You Can't Stop The Bum Rush by LEN
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
LEN
LEN
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Marc Costanzo
Marc Costanzo
Songwriter
Gregg Diamond
Gregg Diamond
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Marc Costanzo
Marc Costanzo
Engineer
Mumble C
Mumble C
Producer
Tom Banghart
Tom Banghart
Assistant Engineer
John King
John King
Mixing Engineer
Chris Shaw
Chris Shaw
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

I was lying on the grass On Sunday morning of last week Indulging in my self-defeat My mind was thugged all laced and bugged All twisted, wrong, and beat A comfortable three feet deep Now the fuzzy stare from not being there On a confusing morning week Impaired my tribal lunar speak And of course, you can't become If you only say what you would have done So I missed a million miles of fun I know it's up for me (if you steal my sunshine) Making sure I'm not in too deep (if you steal my sunshine) Keeping versed and on my feet (if you steal my sunshine) I was flying on the bench slide In the park across the street L-A-T-E-R that week My sticky paws were into making straws Out of big fat Slurpee treats An incredible eight foot heap Now the funny glare to pay a gleaming tare In a staring under heat Involved an under usual feat And I'm not only among But I invite who I want to come So I missed a million miles of fun I know it's up for me (if you steal my sunshine) Making sure I'm not in too deep (if you steal my sunshine) Keeping versed and on my feet (if you steal my sunshine) I know its done for me (if you steal my sunshine) Not something hard to see (if you steal my sunshine) Keeping dumb and built to beat (if you steal my sunshine) My sunshine (if you steal my sunshine) My sunshine (if you steal my sunshine) My sunshine (if you steal my sunshine) My sunshine (if you steal my sunshine) My sunshine (if you steal my sunshine) My sunshine (if you steal my sunshine) My sunshine (if you steal my sunshine) My sunshine (if you steal my sunshine)
Writer(s): Marc Francis Costanzo, Gregg Diamond Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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