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Yes, yes.. it's about that time |
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For the combo combine, yes |
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Formin easy tuxedo grooves |
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Well.. well.. well well well |
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Well well well well! |
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You know what? |
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We scribble art, herbal verbal, love dip dot |
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Audio cartwheels that cart |
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We tootin from, holy baggy bone flow ?? |
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Man overboard, he put he trust into jazz chord |
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Say me? None of them betray me |
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Bigger endin pay me, so I |
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Clench my teeth and said nay |
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Thou shalt not cause me loss of my positivity |
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Of elastic band who keeps springin back |
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Slender kid sings for dumpling |
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Jump into the booth with the proof of the pain |
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These hand concrete owl, ten hour of sneezing |
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Wheezing, coughing up blood |
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Now I'm in the mood for peace, space and time |
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We sit back, relax, and recool, recline |
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.. and we're thinking of .. |
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Starlight, in her lucid skies |
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In her mu-sic-al, so all sublime |
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Yo, yo |
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Smack in the middle of the mayhem, we chase no checks |
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Thinkin we a hoe, now we hide from debts |
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Mr. Landlord, beg you please? Hear this plea |
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I'll be back in three weeks with three months in advance |
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On some good arty flex kind sir give me a chance |
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Blighty new face yes? Make a toast |
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To the host of the picnics |
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These capital hearty terrifics, some of them keep it real while |
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We be keep it cricket, Smythe, Smith |
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Peppergrain width, whackin in four fours |
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Smackin it for six, armchair critics be yellin out fix |
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Even though they know we don't spar with them |
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So the score ain't a dream |
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Place a bet and be grit, from be lose or win |
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It's the same damn ting, just a need for space |
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Peace in time, we sit back relax and cool recline |
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And we think of.. |
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Starlight, starlight, in the distant skies |
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Sending me, sending message on starlight |
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We's feelin the season, that type of season where it |
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Sit watchin breeze and, we on the backroad |
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In the high ?? cap, where we distress the stress |
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Digital funk max modes for protest |
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On some ill and gully horseback, whole damn mix tight |
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Some of them stay fair yes de mess of dem'll run for they life |
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Mamma time tales no lies |
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Diggin for treasure when it were right before my eyes |
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Dead end streets dem, we keepin men to mice |
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Pur-chase telescopes and watch the skies |
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Surveryin revealed, all types of healing |
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We love to know, so we dance on the ceiling |
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She sassy material, as she send nuff waves to my aerial |
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Make me nuff, Mueslix for cereal |
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And she put me in the mood for space, peace and time |
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We sit back relax, and recool recline |
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Yes, because of starlight.. yeah yeah yeah |
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Yeah yeah yeah, yeah yeah yeah |