Now, here we come.
The mukundi center play a thing called Trash Already.
We're waiting in front of Misaki at the wild and parched.
Man call this the land of the high truth or what?
The ground is slick at the equator.
You can cross the border, cut off from your spaceship,
16 year old Bushman style.
Tell them a whole lot of flashin'.
Me say easy digital and me say easy.
And me say easy Misaki and me say easy.
For me say easy proper damage, me say easy.
Because Trash Already, me say we Trash Already.
Trash Already, me say we Trash Already.