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i gotta close the window before i record
cause clinton don’t know how to be quiet
stand up
willie

[verse 1: will riccio]
coogi down to my hip like i’m ray smith
keep your saxophone in its carry case
but really though, the percussion blows
cause cj get suspended for a week though
he don’t get noth-in’ from ty webb though
all he get is missin’ out on anything goes
kinda silly though, but i’m lyrical
bet i hit him with the spot when the cue go
no frost though, on my spot though
so you see mateo shining in the spot bro
balling! got me feelin’ like nick put, i’m a pimp though
no timp though, couldn’t copy my style in minecraft
play in band, takin’ out the music then i put it on the stand
run up in the cl-ss’, talkin’ to the br-ss
that’s what a playa’ get, when he playin’ in the band
i ain’t tryin’, playin’ on the grind
yelling at a kid who be coming at chief! -d-mn-
girl you blow, blow that trumpet when chief says go
play in band, riccio music on the stand
capece on 1 he gon’ hit ‘em wit the fade
nola and caleigh spittin’ a fire verse
yeah, uh, play in band
johnny lampe show me what you worth
so much work he’ll sell out the earth
it’s big willie with a tech crew rap

[verse 2: matt capece]
(cheyah!) that ain’t chief
that’s ms. waite, loose cannon
she was subbin’ so i had to play
played my trumpet, first section
i just came in late with-out a tardy p-ss
so in tune, you could hear it apple music on ‘em
when i warm up, comin’ for your ice
when i start playin’, i comin’ for your life
band don’t play for me play for the chief
i’m playin’ hard, i go compete
illuminati? i’m from the streets
never sold my trumpet, we keep it bumpin’

[hook]
play in band, play in band , play in band!

[verse 3: nola neri]
-yawk-yawk, yawk-yawk!-
a lotta mics died, should’ve lasted the whole night
workin’ sound for musicals, each one lasts about a week
wireless 1 to 16, floor mics somewhere in between
mic checks every single day chief knows i should be gettin’ paid
n-r-n i’m in your state i’ll be there i just need the dates
microphones live where microphones stay, super quick get put away
i hit those gunshot sound effects, they go on the cue
i time them all so perfectly leaves them without a clue

[verse 4: caleigh heske]
uh, play in band, sh-t so fire should be banned
all musicians here today, let me know just what you play
yeah, play in band, hit that scale just like my verse
chief said i was the best, he doesn’t know i don’t rehe-rs-
pop my collar on my polo, bag of donuts goin’ solo
hittin’ fastb-lls, captain jete, takin’ ranchers poppin’ seeds
sometimes right but never wrong, nola go hand me the bong
ending off i kept it terse, had to give big will a verse

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