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You Me At Six Sugar We Re Goin Down

pull it We're going down, down (down, down) Down, down (down, down) We're going down, down (down, down) A loaded God complex, cock it and pull it We're going down, down

pull it We're going down, down (down, down) Down, down (down, down) We're going down, down (down, down) A loaded God complex, cock it and pull it We're going down, down

, you're just movin' too fast You're screwin' up the quota You're doin' your piece work too fast" "Now you get off your mustang, Sally You ain't goin

me the man I am today See 'cause if you forget where you come from You're never gonna make it where you're goin' Because you lost the reality of yourself

at my jams you know you'll never be bored (That) So just dance and scream, praise the Lord Alright now this is how we gonna do it Before we get out

mama's car And your daddy's plastic credit card You're sixteen and you can't get a job You're not goin' very far You're always ridin' With the teachers

am today See cause if you forget where you come from, heheh You're never gonna make it where you're goin, aheh Because you lost the reality of yourself

"Hey sister, you just movin' too fast, You screwin' up the quota, You doin' your piece work too fast, Now you get off your mustang sally You ain't goin' nowhere, you

it uhh.. Light showers and you're probably hookin up with that girl That's been, two-wayin you all week. her baby daddy's out Of town so uhh, you can