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Crabbuckit (Version Originale)

Took a trip on a bus that I didn't know
Met a girl selling drinks at the disco
Said you'd come back when you let it go
Seems I forget it cause it's really so simple
Walking down Young Street on a Friday
Can't follow them, gotta do it my way
No fast lanes, still on the highway
Moving in and out no doubt it's a bright day

Chorus:
No time to get down cause I'm moving up
No time to get down cause I'm moving up
No time to get down cause I'm moving up, ah-ah
Take out the crabs in the bucket
(Repeat Chorus)

It's like flies on the wind screen writing on walls
Square these clones claim they're having a ball
Blaming themselves just before last call
Tic-a-tic-a-toc, tic-a-tic-a-toc
Clock strikes twelve, clock strikes one
Smoking Gun put these fools on the run
I know it's not that simple, I know it's not that hard

Chorus x2

(Rap)
Yeah, I heard ya, man, I'm gonna check you off
Yeah, it's a connection, fit in the microphone flit
I take it higher like a bird on a wire it's higher, the fire
I never cause I'm just movin' on up
Cruisin' the touch the unseen cravin' the clutch
The most inevitable legible pyromania
Slayin' the devil and sending them back to Transylvania
Strangely enough I uphold that side as ghetto
From my heavy metal set off the puppets like a pedal
Damn if mirrors were created by sand
Then I'm looking in the water for reflections of man
Understand the minds above time when it's empty
MC Tragically Hip ahead by a century

Chorus x2