Come on, joy. Bump, bump, bump it up. Come on. Come on. Here we go, sunshine? What else? What else? Rain. Ah, yeah, here we go, joy. Come on, come on. Here we go, rain. Bump, bump, bump, bump it out, sunshine. Yeah, well, I’m the new kid. I’m just coming up? A lot of babies think that I can’t tear it up? Well, I’ma show em and ignore em? And when they think I ain’t looking, I for em, I mean, take em out? I keep grooving a slick bait? Slinky..