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"Tear It Down" is produced by
Sean Divine (www.seandivine.net)

Verse 1
Later for the day job. I’m officially clocked out.
I’m gone like the Flinstones, fixing to rock out.
I showered, shaved. Now let’s, play.
No holds barred. It aint time to behave.
Not trying to find trouble but I’m finna act crazy
No dress code, but I’m in that Yaegi.
Don’t care where I’m headed, just get me there quickly.
Make room at the bar we’re about to get to tipsy.
Calling out shots like we’re playing some pool.
If you try to keep up you’ll be playing the fool.
It begins with a few beers, ends up like New Year’s
Have you walking like babies trying learn to use stairs.
A family tradition, to hit that bottle up.
Bootlegger’s blood. Even Ness can’t follow cuz
I sip until I’m sidewayz, then pass out.
If you aint trying to party go ahead and mash out.
Verse 2
Let’s start liquor sipping, get your inhibitions dipping
Till your self-control is missing, but before you get to tripping
Then we, hit the floor and you, drop it low.
See you’re far from a slut but you’ve been around a pole or two.
Do YOU! It’s alright with me.
If you let your hair down and show off your inner freak.
Dance like you want ma, aint nobody judging you.
We run this town so, can’t nobody govern you.
Smoking like a hot box, you cute little oven you.
Maybe later on you’ll let me put some love in you.
I’m far from a bugaboo and I aint trying to smother you.
But every time I hug on you I want to throw my thug in you

Verse 3
I know we got seeds and j-o-bees
But tonight we gon party like we're back in our teens.
Granny’s got your kids so you can swallow mine.
Bob your head to this beat by my boy Sean Divine.
I want to lay my tongue right where your bra is.
Is that the bottle talking? I can’t call it.
We’re either soul mates or I’m an alcoholic.
Might change my wager later, but for now I’m all in.
I’m a sure bet; the odds on favorite
To get loose on a track like it’s doggone slavery.
Fleeing the underground and these bars gon save me.
All of yall gon play me or the gods have gone crazy.
Hook
Maybe not to you but to me it’s all apparent now.
We came to groove. We came to Tear It Down.
One thing is true. Our job is clear right now.
It’s time to move. It’s time to Tear It Down.

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