♪ Sapia, here
I come ♪
Out on the TV
He's singing over the radio
He ain't going nowhere
Mr. Media don't know
nothing About what he's writing,
talking,
or saying
He thinks he's got the whole world in his book
And on the tooth
While sitting here watching
But he's got nothing to say
He ain't going nowhere
That's he ain't going nowhere
Seeing these believers Who believe in what you see
Captain Crocsrod wants to know What he can do about me
For a pretzel,
bless,
Sapia A price of a bitch in your path
For a love that shines
a glass With you all the time
Mr. Media
Now Ruthlehra we know not a family
But my Zephro and Sappy and subscribe, vaz ham
I'm the ill ship, floating in the air,
come to carry the cow back home,
I come to carry the cow back home, oh yeah.
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