But when the sun comes out, we're still outkeys
We don't wanna be lousy or shameless
We're running round like we're brainless
But I got grass days with my brand new white trainers
All my brand new white trainers
Um, I know a few guys
Natives, sterads, competitors, neighbours
So laters, it's blaters
We've got our own sound gen
Oh, now, so go wild
They get hosed down and oh no
Yeah, yeah, let's get down with the dumpits
Yeah, yeah, let's get down with the dumpits
Yeah, yeah, let's get down with the dumpits
Yeah, yeah, let's get down with the dumpits
Let's get down with the,
down with the Let's get down with the,
down with the
Let's get down with the,
down with the Let's get down with the trumpets
When I get down,
I get respect now And when our tune drops,
you know it makes your head bounce
Yeah,
I move with the flow And when I enter the room,
it shows
I move sickly,
then kicks Moving,
I move quickly,
at risk Just be careful you don't lose your
chicken That might just happen So listen,
deep stick with your madam Or she might just leave Yeah,
yeah,
let's get down with the dumpits Yeah,
yeah,
let's get down with the dumpits Yeah,
yeah,
let's get down with the dumpits Let's get down with the,
down with the Let's get down with the,
down with the
Let's get down with the,
down with the Let's get down with the trumpets
How much sound from the brass to the air
Will it take to put your bras in the air?
Pardon me there Don't pretend that if I wasn't older
You wouldn't wanna dance to me,
yeah You're the last of my peers
I was top boy of the class in my year Well,
not really,
but I was halfway there
And I could've been the headmaster,
so yeah Got vibes and charisma
Lighter and whistler,
backy and filter Shine for me,
mister
I want the stunter Shine
And I'm looking at her bright blue Shine
Cyrus Rose