I've got little bottle rockets hiding in my sweaty pockets
Plotting Commy plots to wreck the mix and turn us all into Communists
Smokin all our vodka drinkin all our red red cigarettes
And I'm not gettin through
Killing crickets in the blitz with Agent 56
I thought y'all knew Will you drop the one into my cage in the Oakland Zoooooooooo
I'm out coolin with the Captain Max
I'm out coolin with the Captain Max
Ahoooooo Till the love comes back (Alright)
Another day another dime another page another line
Yeah I just don't give a fuck naw
Life in Technicolor times another sucker down the line
And I'm still comin up
Bang bang baby come on we got to get it on This KGB thing baby is gonna fuck you up
I met my connection and I'ma roll my way back home (Oh look out y'all)
You gotta rock rock shimmy shimmy pop pop gimme gimme
I'm out coolin with the Captain Max
I must move and let the hype refract
I'm out coolin with the Captain Max
I'm out coolin with the Captain Max
Till the love comes back (Alright)Ahoooooo.
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