3OH!3 - Hornz lyrics
[3OH!3 - Hornz lyrics]
Three! Oh! Three! Oh!
Three! Oh! Three! Oh!
Th-th-three! O-o oh! Th-th-three! O-o oh!
Th-th-three! O-o oh! Th-th-three! O-o oh!
Th-th-three! O-o oh! Th-th-three! O-o oh!
Th-th-three! O-o oh! Th-th-three! O-o oh!
I'ma hit you from the b chokechain
I’m not comin’ to your party
Shake it, shake it, shake it like you
Get your hands up take, take that
Motherfucker, fake rap
I'ma hit you from the back choke-chokechain
I'm hot, baby, you're hot poisonous pill
Punk-punk-punk-pu-punk-punkbitch! Colorado!
(Day one) A chapel and it’s glistening
(Day three) The sun is shining
On a perfect beach
(Day six) A train, it isn’t whistling
(Day ten) And I don’t want
To see you off again
We know the most crunk indie
City-choking chimney sweepers
Turn up your radio
This song we play will blow the speakers
Don’t stop whistling
To let them know what they’ve been missing
Turn your jukebox on
This song we play will blow the system
(Day one) A chapel and it’s glistening
(Day three) The sun is shining
On a perfect beach
(Day six) A train, it isn’t whistling
(Day ten) And I don’t want
To see you off again
We know the most crunk indie
City-choking chimney sweepers
Turn up your radio
This song we play will blow the speakers
Don’t stop whistling
To let them know what they’ve been missing
Turn your jukebox on
This song we play will blow the system
We know the most crunk indie
City-choking chimney sweepers
Turn up your radio
This song we play will blow the speakers
Don’t stop whistling
To let them know what they’ve been missing
Turn your jukebox on
This song we play will blow the system
No one’s been, no one’s been
The chariot that I’ve been
And it’s burning under my skin
Carrying, carrying the lady back to her kin
That should be the first thing
No one’s been, no one’s been (oh)
The carpenter that I’ve been
Building you this cabin burying, burying
Those heroes as they’re gasping
That should be the last thing
Three! Oh! Three! Oh!
Th-th-three! O-o oh! Th-th-three! O-o oh!
Th-th-three! O-o oh! Th-th-three! O-o oh!
Th-th-three! O-o oh! Th-th-three! O-o oh!
Th-th-three! O-o oh! Th-th-three! O-o oh!
I'ma hit you from the b chokechain
I’m not comin’ to your party
Shake it, shake it, shake it like you
Get your hands up take, take that
Motherfucker, fake rap
I'ma hit you from the back choke-chokechain
I'm hot, baby, you're hot poisonous pill
Punk-punk-punk-pu-punk-punkbitch! Colorado!
(Day one) A chapel and it’s glistening
(Day three) The sun is shining
On a perfect beach
(Day six) A train, it isn’t whistling
(Day ten) And I don’t want
To see you off again
We know the most crunk indie
City-choking chimney sweepers
Turn up your radio
This song we play will blow the speakers
Don’t stop whistling
To let them know what they’ve been missing
Turn your jukebox on
This song we play will blow the system
(Day one) A chapel and it’s glistening
(Day three) The sun is shining
On a perfect beach
(Day six) A train, it isn’t whistling
(Day ten) And I don’t want
To see you off again
We know the most crunk indie
City-choking chimney sweepers
Turn up your radio
This song we play will blow the speakers
Don’t stop whistling
To let them know what they’ve been missing
Turn your jukebox on
This song we play will blow the system
We know the most crunk indie
City-choking chimney sweepers
Turn up your radio
This song we play will blow the speakers
Don’t stop whistling
To let them know what they’ve been missing
Turn your jukebox on
This song we play will blow the system
No one’s been, no one’s been
The chariot that I’ve been
And it’s burning under my skin
Carrying, carrying the lady back to her kin
That should be the first thing
No one’s been, no one’s been (oh)
The carpenter that I’ve been
Building you this cabin burying, burying
Those heroes as they’re gasping
That should be the last thing