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seems like wherever i am, if i am not actively thinking about something, ill have some random song, or usually just one or two lines of the song running constantly through my head.
whats worse is that i currently work in a kitchen, and some days the mexican radio station is on for a few hours at a time. so right now.....i have the chorus of a mexican song stuck in my head.
i dont know but a lick of spanish, so i dont know what is being said in the song, just the musical sound to the lyrics....dammit this is annoying.
whats circling round in your brainradio right now¿
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I have Paralyzer by Finger Eleven stuck in my head and its pissing me off. I just keep repeating the same lyrics (in a sing song voice) over and over again in my head. I hope a new song rotates in soon! hahaha.
Peace.
Today I had the words "Pick it, pack it, fire it up. Come alooooooong and take a hit from the bong" going around in my heard for like 2 hours haha.
That song is Hits From The Bong - Cypress Hill by the way.
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I can't hear songs in my head, not over the voices..
But they do tell me I like fire, and that I like it alot
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[Opio]
Pull over to the right I hear them sirens blarin
50 flyin down the avenue like the Red Baron
Chasin after cousin in the white Xterra
He crashed into a semi, that jacknifed when he veered left
It appears the grim reaper at his doorstep
Then he looked me dead in my eyes and said "you're next"
Musta cut like a scalpel and forceps
The smell of brimstone in the air it was a warning
[A-Plus]
Never speak at a sucker with a weak bladder
Like they ain't even real, I see past them weak bastards
Run for cover police blastin
Homies had to carry you out like he's had it
Soft as bean salad, like you havin lunch
with Michael Jackson up in his psycho mansion
When the bible spin I'm fin' to begin, my final action
Then I find woman willin to sin, for my attraction
We the live brothers livin to win, we flyin past 'em
I'm Adam, first man, chillin with my fly madam
[Opio]
O-P-I-O, I see the psychopath
Actin black to anglo-saxon,
Re: what song do you have stuck in your head¿ 
Serotonin, a molecule of happiness
To me, blunt you must pass, Hmm?
