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Young Mountain Partie Un

It's 3 a.m. and I'm out on the road It's at least thirty minutes 'til I get you home And the same damn songs play all night long And I wish this awkward

a boy from Ireland and could charm a nice young girl, I would not ask for her wealth as I'm rich enough myself, I own a good part of Cork, two sides

kinda in the zone 'cause the DJ playin' my song Just another opportunity for sayin' I'm known I'm from Atlanta so southern ain't just part of my grammar

charge, pull Air Force One, up out the garage, I'm the grand poohbah, you're part of my lodge. You mortals better pay, respect to the God. You can cuss more, I'm Mount

[intro skit plays for first 42 seconds] [Chorus: K-Young] I got a thing for your girlfriend She got a face of a goddess, ooh-wee, you already know Don

cock the pump I was the kid in the hood your moms ain't want you with Now I'm rich, tell your moms one-two click Since a young one, I love heaven and

want to rock, make a nigga feal just like 'Pac Make it street but it just might pop, make it straight to the mountain top Had the Chi' on lock, when

barefoot by the waterside, she called as I drew near The sunlight glanced at the water's edge making fire of her auburn hair My young heart danced at her parting

-free, you're tax-exempt You party with the president And you dance the dance so naturally Why not believe you're heaven-sent But time has a way of bringing Even mountains