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Surprise, surprise, so you rub your eyes |
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Never knew UDS, so cool as ice? |
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Hear the vibes man, they'll stupefy |
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Ducks, categories us as hard criers |
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That's a lie, we know why we're occupiers |
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No blurs, but obscure styles, these are higher |
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Profiles are low, as soon as we go |
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As a breeze straight from a deeper shade of soul |
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Five souls play the head role |
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Excite the middle between the two poles |
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The globe rotates from new to old |
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UDS take both to reach the souls |
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Narrow mind Clyde's, still holding a pose |
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What we pour 'an flow when we come close |
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To the contrary, they pinch their earlobes |
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They call it rogue-rock but it's a deeper shade of soul |
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We blend everything, with the color of skin |
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Under the skin, we're in like Flynn |
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Ducks stare at us, as soon as we begin |
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To innovate the frame of thought they're in |
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Again, music's got to do with only feeling |
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Not where you're from, it's can they yield in |
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The stuff that we rock and what we're giving |
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A piece of the mind connects the rhythm |
