Gorillaz – Do Ya Thing (Guitar)

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I'm a pale imitator of a boy in the sky

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With a cap in his head and a knot in his tie

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I'm the light in the mall when the power is gone

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The shadow in the corner, just playing along

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I'm only laying in my bed, I'm rolling aside

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But if I get a car, I'm hoping to ride

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Because I know if I ever say "I'm leaving" to you

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You've gotta volunteer, and you don't know what to do

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 You wanna do it, but you don't know what you're doin', baby (A-a-a-a-aha)

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 You wanna feel it but you don't know what you're feeling tonight (Alright, how are we doin'?)

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 And if you're thinking that I don't know what you're thinking, baby (A-a-a-a-aha)

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 You do more thinking and I'll go out and make it alright (Alright, how do you do?)

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I’m impregnable, incredible, the setting of quo

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I’m at Lay Chimirida, not a heart and soul

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I got a Saturday night, and nothing is dead

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And if I ever had to do it, well, you know I wouldn’t care

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I just kicked down, I love when I’m seen

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Yeah, and if I wanna talk back, the message is free

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Then there’s a fire, a ray, a knot in sight

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And if you get popped here, you get ‘em a lot

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You get a heart, break

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You wanna do it, but you don't know what you're doin', baby (A-a-a-a-aha)

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 You wanna feel it but you don't know what you're feeling tonight (Alright, how are we doin'?)

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 And if you're thinking that I don't know what you're thinking, baby (A-a-a-a-aha)

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 You do more thinking and I'll go out and make it alright (Alright, how do you do?)

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 Every time we try, we get nowhere

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  Wouldn't it be nice if we were just normal people? Yeah

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Trying so hard to act like we don't care

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  But it's true, you do, nothing is left

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    New word, onomatopoeia (Boom)

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Quit actin' like you don't wanna be here

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Mess around and get jumped like leap year

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Glock in the glove make you really wanna leave me, alone

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Get the heck on, gone

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Okay, okay, okay, back to the happy song

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Rap ain't nothing but the art of talkin' this

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My girl look pretty up there riding me

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My plaid past, my solid future

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Asinine ass and a gorgeous coochie

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I'm an OutKast but you're into me

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Summer got mad cause the winter blew me

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That Juicy Fruit, that splooshy sploosh

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Generation X on bloopty bloop

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Get duked, gotta get duked, the duke

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Everybody hit the floor, we through the roof

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 Like a chimney, I commend me

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 How come it be, some lame ass nigga talking about

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"Ah, he don't rap enough"

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But y'all rap a lot and I'm like "Wrap it up, yo"

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 You ain't Scarface, you ain't Willie D

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 You ain't Bushwick, you ain't killin' me

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 Better play that with your momma

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Bet you still stay with your momma

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Keep sleeping on me, I'ma rock my pajamas

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In the daytime, I swear, I promise

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Dare a nigga say something, tear a nigga face off

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How come Blacks don't play baseball?

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 Y'all white, know y'all can taste all this

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Fly this, I stay finna take off

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Do Ya damn Thing, Do Ya Thing-a-Thing

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Do Ya damn Thing, Do Ya Thing-a-Thing

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Do Ya damn Thing, Do Ya Thing-a-Thing

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You ain't fresh squeezed juice, nigga, you that Tang

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Do Ya damn Thing, Do Ya Thing-a-Thing

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Do Ya damn Thing, Do Ya Thing-a-Thing

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Do Ya damn Thing, Do Ya Thing-a-Thing

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Wait, is you really Slick Rick? Nope, you Dana Dane

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 Bet it up, head erupts

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A lava language in a vocal volcanic

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If it ain't fixed, don't broke it, don't panic

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If it ain't this, it ain't this, goddamn it

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If it ain't this, it ain't dope, it don't flush

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And if it ain't hip, it don't hop, well then hush

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Man, they sound like, man, they stole your

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Man, they look like—nope, it ain't us

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Do Ya damn Thing, Do Ya Thing-a-Thing

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Do Ya damn Thing, Do Ya Thing-a-Thing

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Do Ya damn Thing, Do Ya Thing-a-Thing

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Wait, is you really Slick Rick? Nope, you Dana Dane

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Do Ya damn Thing, Do Ya Thing-a-Thing

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Do Ya damn Thing, Do Ya Thing-a-Thing

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Do Ya damn Thing, Do Ya Thing-a-Thing

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You ain't fresh squeezed juice, nigga, you that Tang

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 Every time we try, we get nowhere

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  Wouldn't it be nice if we were just normal people? Yeah

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Trying so hard to act like we don't care (I don't care)

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  But it's true, you do, nothing is left

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So I guess I'm right

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Flip the page, our days are revelatious

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  Space is strange, doctor, I've got no patience

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 Oh, it's all a part of the process (Okay, okay)

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  Nothing's new, it's true, cool, I admit