Mad Season Lyrics by Matchbox 20

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• Various Artists
• Electronic - Various Artists
• Lil' Wayne
• Pop - Various Artists
• Trance - Various Artists
• Soundtrack - Various Artists
• Frank Sinatra
• Mariah Carey
• Dance - Various Artists
• Jason Mraz
• Elvis Presley
• Coldplay
• Madonna
• New Age - Various Artists
• Elton John
• The Beatles
• Kimya Dawson
• Rihanna
• The Ting Tings
• Hillsong United

• See You Again
• Got Money
• Picture To Burn
• In the Ayer
• Lift Me Up
• 7 Things
• Get Like Me
• Pocketful of Sunshine
• Disturbia
• 4 Minutes
• Everybody's Everything
• Dance Little Jean
• 7 Shades Of Black
• Silver Bells
• Stp
• Treat Me Rough
• Mercy Seat
• The Leaving Dream
• Starting To Heart
• Sick City
• People
• O.O.C.
• Beaumont
• Dreamin'
• Crazy For You
• Only Human
• Ragged Wood
• Remnants
• Talk
• Sorry

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Hey phatty phat phat Phatty phat phat What you got for us Hey phatty phat phat Phatty phat phat What you got for us I'm sick eating jellow mix straight up out the packet While wearin a brown leather Indiana Jones jacket I'm not the run of the mill or flash of the pan Keyed up like Jim Hailwit with tight wrist bands I'm like a mix of Zartan, Batman and Hob Goblin The multiple man metamorphosisin and transformin Abuse a mic like a junkie would do a drug As I smack my head against the wall and catch me a buzz No sound, sounds like this does here And if you're quiet you can hear the music crawlin in my ears I'll split your melon with a mallet like I'm Gallagher's brother And if it wasn't for talent we'd be some broke mother fuckers I'm a cannibal I'm salted and twisted while eatin pretzels Screaming eat beef stabbin you with dinner utensils I'm under pressure like a paper weight Sick minds are curved so we have a hard time getting things straight [x2:] Hey phatty phat phat (oh) Phatty phat phat (what) What you got for us (I'm phat they call me phatso) Hey phatty phat phat (oh) Phatty phat phat (what?) What you got for us (straight up ass hole) Yo I'm a giant like a said and hold my subliminal visuals In the shape of and individual pissed off And lookin to lift off the rocket launch and blast off In to outer space where the starts be at I'm phat they call me phatso straight up ass hole Say my big Mac boxes could build my Mac ass a castle A sick son of a bitch and dirty bastard My product is toxic so they label it biohazard Hasn't it been a while since you wanted to crank the dial to ten plus And bust the speakers and rip the cones Blown like the minds of those Who been exposed to the frigid and frosty flows Fillin a hole in the soul feelin out of control Enough to wanna wrap your ride around a phone pole I'm loco and grandee like a luchador Pullin airial manoeuvre's at three hundred pounds or more [x2:] Hey phatty phat phat (oh) Phatty phat phat (what) What you got for us (I'm phat they call me phatso) Hey phatty phat phat (oh) Phatty phat phat (what?) What you got for us (straight up ass hole) [x3:] What you got for us [x4:] Hey phatty phat phat (oh) Phatty phat phat (what) What you got for us (I'm phat they call me phatso) Hey phatty phat phat (oh) Phatty phat phat (what?) What you got for us (Straight up ass hole) [x5:] What you got for us What you got for us What you got for us What you got for us

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