(Chorus:)
It, it, it
Hits you fast like lightning
Kicks in like some spiked cleats
Turnt up
Like the high beams
It, it
It's not dead
It's thriving
Ripe for unaliving
This is it
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This is it
Like the tour that MJ never did
W-w-w-w-we need order
We need men of grit
They wrote me off
Just like a manuscript
I'm dressed in red
I got that santa rizz
If i left it all today
It wouldn't even matter
I can't derive motivation
Nothing's what I'm after
Nothing's what I'm after
Days keep passing faster
Nothing's what I'm after
(Chorus)