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Ain´t a day go by that the cry of another mother Increase the volume and sound the volume and mass of tears Drowning and drowning out the high in my hello The sound is clear Like anything greasy will have you slippin´ and slidin´ Like anything sleazy will have you peepin´ and hidin´ When I saw you at the party I slid over to you right away Before the fellas could slip a line in I had you out to my place Only you can hear the high in my hello You can hear the high in my hello (x2) Oh bye, bye, bye, bye go bye Every shot a scream another one dies When I saw you at the party I slid over to you right away Before the fellas got a line in I slid you out to go to my place Only you can hear the high in my hello You can hear the high in my hello (x2) Do you promise the funk, promise to keep it Promise you´ll keep the funk (x3) Do you promise the funk, promise to keep its promise You´ll keep the funk Only you can hear the high in my hello You can hear the high in my hello (x2) Uh, wait a minute What´s this I hear The funk is a fake Never let the icing Get in the way of your cake What´s this I hear Y´all been fakin´ the funk Vaseline Victory (x3) Only you can hear the high in my hello You can hear the high in my hello (x2) So it´s said that he who has the gold makes the rules He who has the perspective choose the news Genocide in prime time, whose point of view All the news and all the networks, works against you One perspective for an entire media is living as one Who´s the controller You can hear the high in my hello He who has the perspective choose the news Genocide in prime time, whose point of view He who chooses the new, the network news to describe Prime time genocide Hello Hello
