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Banda Mess

turned around I should've looked again But oh, I'm staring at the mess I made I'm staring at the mess I made I'm staring at the mess I made As you turn

So, the boys got together and formed a band Fate played the straight man And since then they've never looked back You, lads, welcome to the Club B I'

Sup, Charlie? Sup, man? Nothin', chillin', watchin' 'Makin' The Band' Dude, your mother's makin' somethin' That smells wonderful, man, yeah, Happy New

[Talking] Color Changin Click. Chamillionaire Baby. You In The Presence Of The Finest Dj Smallz Lets Southern Smoke Em Again. They Aint Ready No Singing

On the telephone all morning it's been a while since I talked to you your voice's transferred sweet I wish forever I could talk to you of course

Put out the word, we need a new taster There's one King left and so much food to eat The interception by the last one was absolute professionalism

I woke up in the morning And they were gone I look around for them But they're nowhere I woke up in the morning And I looked everywhere But I think

about the pit, barbecue The band was jumpin,' the people too Ah mess around, they doin' the Mess Around They doin' the mess around Everybody doin' the mess

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