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GLU's new single Boogie Man is OUT NOW! As heard on 'MLB The Show '25' Stream Here - https://lnk.to/BoogieMan Produced by - GLU Mixed & Mastered by – Adam Thein & Dale Becker Video Director – Ewan Ogden Lyrics Here comes the boogie man We’ll be doin the can can Dickin round like Clark, un-American bandstand Flash in the pan Not a fan of the jam band Sweating on the floor til we no longer stand Hey Mister Sandman, bring me a dream Gimme the girls and the drugs cause I need all the things Listen to Damned Damned Damned cause I’m Neat Neat Neat Hear that punk rock pumpin While you shuffle your feet Life in the fast lane Guaranteed to win in a rat race Speeding down my hall Up and stuck in a bad place Fat face, fuck it, shug in the gas tank Sucking on my tail pipe Fuck at my pace Nothing to gain No one to blame It’s always the same And you can’t tame All of my game Don’t care bout the fame Whether I’m paid Whether I’m laid I’m never amazed That I can die happily while you’re screaming my name CHORUS Can’t dance, Nah, you can’t feel it Standing at the top of the hill Can’t dance Nah, you can’t feel it Lord I’m gonna love you still Take your mask off I think you know what I’m after If you wanna get in, baby gimme the Password Let’s go faster, drink til we’re plastered But why’s it always feel like I only go backwards Got patterns, no way to escape this Eyes wide shut, someone hit me with lasik Can’t shake this, take this, fake it, or make this Feeling go away you’re in love with the fame, bitch Feeling lonely, no one to blow me I caught myself a bird, now I’m over the homies Not every kid should be getting a trophy, Phonies and cronies will need to turn to fans only Can’t buy my love with paper or plastic Just need your touch, this shit is fantastic This is classic, practice my verbal gymnastics Came to blast hits from the park of drastic Two kids in a parking lot When Sunday’s Best just wasn’t good enough I remember those days, in my golden age When I was fucking up and pissing off So hey, look at me now I’m so statuesque So bloody picturesque Oh what is this feeling Come on honey, tell me the meaning What cult is this? Cause I just wanna be a part of it www.glumusic.co