[Intro: Caller]
I don't know if it's in the record store yet
But I wanna pick it up
So, what's up?

[Chorus: Fousheé]
It don’t feel right (It don't, it don't)
It don’t feel right (Ooooo)
It's all in the stars
By ways of Mars
With my dark
With my dark

[Verse: Fousheé]
Always standing on
Betting on my fault
Monetary Gods
Never shoot your guards
Power
You do anything for power
Our presence with the Lords
Infiltrate our Gods
We blame it what we are
This is ours
No don't you cry no more
[Outro: Fousheé]
Had to be made 'cause the pain
Ooo whoa
Try to stay sane

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[Two Callers: Girl 1 + Girl 2]
Man
Aye man, I'm tryna go to this record shop, man. Call this n***a
I know these n***as there, we gotta call em right now, call em
Aight Aight, we'll call em right now
Ahhhh where these n***as at though?
C'mon, Pink Siifu, Fly Anakin, I know you're thеre. You're not doing anything, it's a record shop. You'rе fucking sitting there collecting dust
Ain't nobody there
*Laughing*
Ain't nobody fucking there
These n***as too cool
Aaaaaaaand bye