THAT BEAT THO
On March 22, 2017
by TYLYN
Er’rbody, get on ya feet and move,
Stop and wait for that good-for-ya-soul drop,
So you can let loose, get wild on that groove.
Lean wit it, rock wit it, that bunny hop.
Oh my god, slay my life away. Oh lord
Homie is feelin’ this, go kill it babe!
Hit them moves like it’s ninety-nine restored,
It’s that flashmob, glam squad, good-kind-of rave.
Now let’s slow down, get close, let this moment—
Ooh-wee. Just changed my life in the name of—
Hakuna Matata, real enjoyment
Don’t matter if you single, fall in love
with that rhythm, altogether now, kay?
Just do me a good ol’ favor, and stay.
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