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One, two, three
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Do you wanna get up?
Yeah, yeah
Do you wanna get up?
Yeah, yeah, alright
Do you wanna get up?
Do you wanna get up?
Do you wanna get up?
Do you wanna get up?
Do you wanna get up?
Do you wanna get up?
Do you wanna get up?
Do you wanna get up?
Do you wanna get up?
Do you wanna get up?
Do you wanna get up?
Do you wanna get up?
Do you wanna get up?
Do you wanna get up?
Do you wanna get up?
Do you wanna get up?
Nation to nation, all the world must come together
Face the problems that we see and maybe somehow we can work it out
I asked my neighbor for a favor, she said later
What has come of all the people that we lost love for what it's about?
I have to find my peace, but no one seems to let me be
False prophets cry of doom, what are the possibilities?
I told my brother there will be problems, times for tears and fears
We must live each day like it's the last
Go with it, go with it
Jam
It ain't too much stuff
It ain't too much
It ain't too much for me to jam
It ain't too much stuff
It ain't, don't you
It ain't too much for me to
The world keeps changing, rearranging minds and thoughts
Predictions fly the doom that baby boom
Has come, our fates will work it out
I told my brother, "Don't you ask me for no favors
I'm conditioned by the system, don't you
Preach to me, don't scream and shout"
She prays to God to pull her, then she sings a terrible song
Confucius contradicts himself, there ain't no right from wrong
I just want you to recognize me in a temple
You can't hurt me, I found peace within myself
Go with it, go with it
Jam
It ain't too much stuff
It ain't too much
It ain't too much for me to jam
It ain't too much stuff
It ain't, don't you
It ain't too much for me to jam
It ain't too much stuff
It ain't too much
It ain't too much for me to jam
It ain't too much stuff
It ain't, don't you
It ain't too much for me to
Jam, jam, here comes the man
Hot damn, the big boy stands, movin' up a hand
Makin' funky tracks with my man Michael Jackson
Smooth criminal, that's the man with mics, so relax
Mingle, mingle, jingle in the jungle
Home runs to doors, three or fours in a bundle
Ain't this the plan? First to cool off the fan
Now with Janet, then with Guy, now
With Michael 'cause it ain't hard to
Jam
It ain't too much stuff
It ain't too much
It ain't too much for me to jam
It ain't too much stuff
It ain't, don't you
It ain't too much for me to jam
It ain't too much stuff
It ain't too much
It ain't too much for me to jam
It ain't too much stuff
It ain't, don't you
It ain't too much for me to
It ain't too hard for me to jam
It ain't too hard for me to jam
It ain't too hard for me to jam
It ain't too hard for me to jam
It ain't too hard for me to jam
It ain't too hard for me to jam
It ain't too hard for me to jam
It ain't too hard for me to jam
It ain't too hard for me to jam
It ain't too hard for me to jam
Get down
Ow
Doggone it
Jam
It ain't too much stuff
It ain't too much
It ain't too much for me to jam
It ain't too much stuff
It ain't, don't you
It ain't too much for me to jam
It ain't too much stuff
It ain't too much
It ain't too much for me to jam
It ain't too much stuff
It ain't, don't you
It ain't too much for me to jam
Doggone it, you can't get it, baby
Give it to me, don't just get it, baby
Jam
Doggone it, you can't get it, baby



Writer(s): Michael Joe Jackson, Edward Theodore Riley, Ivan Rene Moore, Bruce Swedien Copyright: Universal Music - Z Tunes Llc, Mijac Music, Donril Music, Bruce Swedien Publishing, Bmg Gold Songs, Music & Media Magic, Inc., Bmg Rights Management, Rosetta, Zomba Enterprises, Inc., Universal Music - Z Tunes Llc., Rene Moore Music



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