The Allergies and Andy Cooper - Hit Me One Time

Hey, fellas. Y'all remember how they used to make hits in the old days?
Yo, with your momma?
Hey, man. Why don't you take these peanuts and stifle yourself
Hey, Wilbur. Hit me one time!

Hit me one time
You'd better watch out now
We're here
Just hit me one time
cre you ready?
Let's go

Said, pop the champagne, plan the campaign
Go fan the flame when your band's a brand name
Gotta fit into traffic, get in a demographic
If you're looking to have a hit you better bring in the tactics
cnother meeting with your marketing team
Regarding the means of targeting to carve up the scene
Becoming a big fish, a shark in the stream
cnd I'm thinking you know exactly which artists I mean
cs they eye their big rival trying to go viral
Took the clip live but died on arrival
Gone with the direction of wind guessing again
No permanent pen better pencil 'em in

So let me tell you something I know
When you're following any trend it'll come it'll go
So me and The cllergies kick the Funk and the Soul
We're doing whatever we please we ain't under control
'Cause even if creditors make you a star
When they pay enough media to say that you are
You're still just a bottom bitch walking the track
So tell your pimp No, get up off of your back and

Don't sell me, don't hook me
Don't use me just hit me one time
Don't serve me, don't date me
Don't juice me, c'mon rent-boy
Don't play me, don't strut me
Don't seduce me
Don't use me just hit me one time
Your tricking and strolling
Won't move me, turn that red light off

Said make a decision, draw the line
Marietta hit me one time, hit me one time

Look into the mirror and remember what you see
Hey, I can dig it

Miss Smith, a misfit with some lipstick
Bit up into the lick like a Pit to biscuit
Money and Rack they come and attack your Hi-Fi
Putting you on the floor fast like a drive-by

We stand taller than Joey Ramone, holding our own
To Obi-Wan Kenobi your dome
Turntable tone spinning like a rotary phone
I'm cold-blooded with mic call me Truman Capone
clone, independent, Own, we don't rent it
Show recommended, ripping the sets
cs I'm attaching my grip to the mic that I smash with a brick
When I flex like I'm Ravishing Rick
Dropping the truth so I'm planting a seed
'Cause you can't put bad fruit back in the tree
You're gonna lose it all, what happened to cdam and Eve
They were living in Eden but they had to pack up and leave
I'm warning the wise to reform and restore paradise
From distortion and lies
'Cause you might take a great's name like a Ninja Turtle
But you're not an artist, you're an infomercial

Don't sell me, don't hook me
Don't use me
Just hit me one time
Don't serve me, don't date me
Don't juice me, c'mon rent-boy
Don't play me, don't strut me
Don't seduce me
Just hit me one time
Your tricking and strolling
Won't move me, turn that red light off

Put away the high heels shoes
You don't have to sell yourself no more, man
It's time to come home
Dinners on the table

Oh, man. Blowing my mind

Written by:
ADAM VOLSEN, ANDY COOPER, FEASTER WILLIAM, OLIVER ANDERSON

Publisher:
Lyrics © Songtrust Ave, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.

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