Lyrics:

Ain't a day go by that the cry of another mother
Increase the volume and sound the volume and mass of tears
Drowning and drowning out the high in my hello
The sound is clear

Like anything greasy will have you slippin' and slidin'
Like anything sleazy will have you peepin' and hidin'
When I saw you at the party I slid over to you right away
Before the fellas could slip a line in I had you out to my place

Only you can hear the high in my hello
You can hear the high in my hello
(x2)

Oh bye, bye, bye, bye go bye
Every shot a scream another one dies
When I saw you at the party I slid over to you right away
Before the fellas got a line in I slid you out to go to my place

Only you can hear the high in my hello
You can hear the high in my hello
(x2)

Do you promise the funk, promise to keep it
Promise you'll keep the funk
(x3)
Do you promise the funk, promise to keep its promise
You'll keep the funk

Only you can hear the high in my hello
You can hear the high in my hello
(x2)

Uh, wait a minute
What's this I hear
The funk is a fake
Never let the icing
Get in the way of your cake
What's this I hear
Y'all been fakin' the funk

Vaseline Victory (x3)

Only you can hear the high in my hello
You can hear the high in my hello
(x2)

So it's said that he who has the gold makes the rules
He who has the perspective choose the news
Genocide in prime time, whose point of view
All the news and all the networks, works against you
One perspective for an entire media is living as one
Who's the controller

You can hear the high in my hello
He who has the perspective choose the news
Genocide in prime time, whose point of view
He who chooses the new, the network news to describe
Prime time genocide
Hello
Hello