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  • N Sync »

    N Sync Do Your Thing текст песни

    Do Your Thing

    Waiting for your piece of the pie

    To drop out of the sky

    (you gotta go get it)

    Hesitating for somebody else to run

    And pass you by

    (but you’ll never get your sclice)

    There ain’t no excuse for loosing your feet

    Drowning in your defeat on this road of life

    There ain’t no excuse for coming up short

    The ball is in your court

    So reach up and touch the sky

    Chorus

    Are you doing you thing

    And doing it well?

    Are they looking at yahating

    Sayingohhhh?

    Are you doing your thing

    And doing it good?

    Do your thing (thing)

    Do your thing (thing)

    Do you thing

    Keeping yourself from taking on

    Your perfect dream

    (you gotta free your mind)

    And being somethingsomewhere

    That you read in a magazine

    (but you never let you shine)

    There ain’t no excuse for loosing your feet

    Drowning in your defeat on this road of life

    There ain’t no excuse for coming up short

    The ball is in your court

    So reach up and touch the sky

    Chorus x2

    Are you thing well?

    Are you letting your dreams come alive?

    Are you doing your thing good?

    Believe can nobody do it better than you

    Believe can nobody do it better than you

    Gotta rungotta breakgotta go

    Gotta takeeverythingthint I give evertything for

    Gotta humpgotta bump

    Never siton a stumpnever quit

    For this swell of the loveahh…

    If you really want to brag

    Then you can’t ever drag

    Your feet to the beat of the

    Sound of defeat

    If you know you got heatwhoa

    Never take your mind off the beat

    So

    There ain’t no excuse for loosing your feet

    Drowning in your defeat on this road of life

    There ain’t no excuse for coming up short

    The ball is in your court

    So reach up and touch the sky

    Chorus x3



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