Total Hate '95
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You're livin' your life without a care in the world
That's the way it should be
What's life like in a candy swirl?
What's life like to me?
Everyone is slowing down
Look once at life on the ground
You all are the people they're runnin' around
Not making a sound
Total hate, total hate, total hate
Hey
Hey
Hey
Hey
Hey
Hey
Hey
Hey
Pick it up
Pick it up
Pick it up
Pick it up
Hey
Hey
Hey
Hey
Hey
Hey
Hey
Hey
Hey
Hey
You're movin' along, just goin' your own way
Don't try to change
You're jumpin', you're runnin', you learn to play
Never try to rearrange
You're getting tired and starting to drag
Slowing down and that's sad
You're walkin' around, you're being a skag
Huh, well that's not my bag
Total hate, total hate, total hate
You don't even know me, so don't hate me
Sublime rockin' No Doubt stylie
We do it Monday and on Friday
Get back to the show 'cause it's payday
Eleven o'clock, roll, roll it down (You're so fake, you make me shake)
Rock the city with the number one sound (Your faded face is so irate)
Long beat, Long Beach and it feels so fine (You share with none, you have no one)
Rock this shit straight back to Anaheim (You're living your life in total hate)
Total hate, total hate
Total hate, total hate, total hate
Total hate, total hate
Total hate, total hate, total hate
Bo bo bo bo bo, quandbass
You're livin' your life without a care in the world
That's the way it should be
What's life like in a candy swirl?
What's life like to me?
Everyone is slowing down
Look once at life on the ground
You all are the people they're runnin' around
Not making a sound
Total hate, total hate, total hate
Hey
Hey
Hey
Hey
Hey
Hey
Hey
Hey
Pick it up
Pick it up
Pick it up
Pick it up
Hey
Hey
Hey
Hey
Hey
Hey
Hey
Hey
Hey
Hey
You're movin' along, just goin' your own way
Don't try to change
You're jumpin', you're runnin', you learn to play
Never try to rearrange
You're getting tired and starting to drag
Slowing down and that's sad
You're walkin' around, you're being a skag
Huh, well that's not my bag
Total hate, total hate, total hate
You don't even know me, so don't hate me
Sublime rockin' No Doubt stylie
We do it Monday and on Friday
Get back to the show 'cause it's payday
Eleven o'clock, roll, roll it down (You're so fake, you make me shake)
Rock the city with the number one sound (Your faded face is so irate)
Long beat, Long Beach and it feels so fine (You share with none, you have no one)
Rock this shit straight back to Anaheim (You're living your life in total hate)
Total hate, total hate
Total hate, total hate, total hate
Total hate, total hate
Total hate, total hate, total hate
Bo bo bo bo bo, quandbass
Credits
Writer(s): Gabriel Gonzalez, Chris Leal, John Spence
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