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My Reggae Daphne

A Trip Hop song with male vocalsphonkglitch3:16
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Lyrics

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Mystery Inc. Rone on the spot about to get hot.
Verse 1
Pulled up to the haunted manor, Mystery Machine skiddin’
Fred talkin' 'bout a trap, but everybody know he kiddin’
Daphne stepped out, designer boots, lookin’ like a dime
Lookin' for a clue, but she was really tryna pass the time
Then I pulled up on the scene, cool, calm, and collect
No ascot on my neck, just demandin’ my respect
Daphne caught the vibe, left Freddy on read
Swapped a square for a player, now she locked in instead.
Chorus
Fred in the mirror checkin' hair, totally self-absorbed
While Daphne with a real one, claimin’ her reward
Got the glass piece rollin' with Scoob and Shag in the back
Out in the creepiest spot, where the phantoms attack
We locked in the dark room, coldest chill in the wall
Daphne making out with Rone, she ain't thinkin’ 'bout y'all.
Verse 2
Scoob and Shaggy in the trunk, burnin’ down the loud
Bong rip, thick smoke, floating off into a cloud
Scooby talking 'bout the munchies, Shag passin' the piece
We ain't worried 'bout no monster, let the real vibes release
Fred still talkin' 'bout his ascot, flexin' in the glass
Completely oblivious while time starts to pass
He don't even see the play, busy staring at his face
While Rone takes the queen and takes over the place.
Chorus
Fred in the mirror checkin' hair, totally self-absorbed
While Daphne with a real one, claimin’ her reward
Got the glass piece rollin' with Scoob and Shag in the back
Out in the creepiest spot, where the phantoms attack
We locked in the dark room, coldest chill in the wall
Daphne making out with Rone, she ain't thinkin’ 'bout y'all.
Verse 3
crept up to the top floor, where the real ghouls stay
Most haunted room in the house, where nobody dare play
Cobwebs on the ceiling, temperature drop to zero
Daphne grabbed my jacket, said she don't need a hero
Leaned her up against the coffin, hands all in her hair
Shadows creeping on the floor, but we didn't even care
Heavy breathing in the dark, ghost watching from the frame
She whispering my tag, forgetting Freddy's whole name.
Verse 4
Unmasked the fake villain, but the case was already won
Fred talkin’ ’bout "Good job team," like he got something done
He checkin’ out his jawline, totally out of touch
Daphne rockin' with Rone, 'cause he flex way too much
Got the mystery solved, but the real prize mine
Smoother than the velvet, pressin' up against the grime
Left Fred with the van, left the ghouls in the dark
Rone and Greenleaf rollin' out, leavin' our own mark.
Chorus
Fred in the mirror checkin' hair, totally self-absorbed
While Daphne with a real one, claimin’ her reward
Got the glass piece rollin' with Scoob and Shag in the back
Out in the creepiest spot, where the phantoms attack
We locked in the dark room, coldest chill in the wall
Daphne making out with Rone, she ain't thinkin’ 'bout y'all.
Boo! Scooooby Dooooobie Doooooooo....

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