Harlem Shakes - Strictly Game lyrics

rate me

[Ooh, ooh, ooh ...]

Up from the basement to my best friend's farm

Where we'll work so hard, we can do no harm

We'll till the land and duck our debts

Underneath soft sun, chewing Nicorette

This will be a better year

This will be a better year

Make a little money, take a lot of shit

Feel real bad, then get over it

This will be a better year

Oh I keep pushing boulders

I stay game till sun'll shake my shoulders

Oh, I keep feeling older

I stay game, stay game, stay game

The East Coast kids, man, we just don't know

Singing wait, wait, stop, drop me, go, go, go

But I'm taken by the hand to a blue pay phone

We can break blue laws with our skin and bones

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And now I'm back in the city, I'm counting *brick brick brick*

Heard of milk *crate kings*, speaking soft and thick

He said, "If life gives you lemons, then thus god bade.

So put a little bit of bitter in your pink lemonade"

I'm sick of thee sheep, I'm sick of thou shepherd

Sick of dressing like a human when I'm feeling like a leopard

I'm sick of slow rock, I'm sick of quick quips

Sick of holding on to nothing when I just want to hold your hips

This will be a better year

This will be a better year

Make a little money, take a lot of shit

Feel real bad, then get over it

This will be a better year

Oh I keep pushing boulders

I stay game till sun'll shake my shoulders

Oh I keep feeling older

I stay game, stay game, stay game

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Thanks to Kory for these lyrics