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Corbin Bleu - Marchin' lyrics
Ha! Uh! Oh! Woo! Ha come on! This one here ah cheeta I'm talking on the meda I'm throwing on my sneeka's 'Cause it's hot! It's like I caught ah fever And I'm ready to burn I gotta get up on my feet 'Cause I'm marching To the beat of my own drum I'm banging 'til the job gets done 'Cause I'm marching To the beat of my own drum My rhythm makes the crowed go dumb Dum dum dum.. dum.. dum da dum dum.. dum It's like ah snagrum kind of My feet are speaking rhythm And not fooling withem I could keep it moving Can you keep up with me? 'Cause when I set the tempo Can you play at my speed? 'Cause I'm marching To the beat of my own drum I'm banging 'til the job gets done 'Cause I'm marching To the beat of my own drum My rhythm makes the crowed go dumb Dum dum dum.. dum.. dum da dum dum.. dum I'm marching to the beat So fast so you can't see my feet I becha at the edge of your seats I'm marching to the beat Do fast so you can't see my feet I becha at the edge of your seats Marching Oh Ya Can you feel it? Marching yo To the beat on my own drum My rhythm makes the crowd go 'Cause I'm marching To the beat of my own drum I'm banging 'til the job gets done 'Cause I'm marching To the beat of my own drum My rhythm makes the crowed go dum. |
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