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This one is dedicated to the excitable ones |
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Not the possums playing dead messing with my head |
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X amount of action, X amount of games |
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For years again I tell you the same |
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Gone already to the bored of it all type, lingo |
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That I'm seein' every single night I'm out |
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Bustin' head for it but your's gets busted |
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Right back lip split and |
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I messed up but I got back tryin' |
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Don't bother lyin' 'bout constant disappointment |
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But the fun is in the hunt so quit actin' on a front |
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And you're unmotivated, sorta faded |
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But the remedy is not so, get on with what you got |
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Remember Lady of Guadeloupe, the times my mother made mole |
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After mass we would get home, the girls are runnin' to the phone |
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And I'm in my bedroom the 45 on my record player |
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Was we're in this love together |
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At the time I never realized how songs haunted |
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The ones that I heard I played because I wanted |
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Drawin' on my wall from time to time coolin' |
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Makin' creatures come alive with no schoolin' |
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When I'm on the microphone |
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The method that I make is much patience |
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The method that I make is much patience |
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I'm waiting for the beat and then I make sense |
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Ain't comin' in hot, forgot you definitely got no clue |
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Ain't comin' in hot, you got, you definitely got so rude |
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Boy, actin' coy but you got nuts like Almond Joy, I tell ya |
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This is a tribute |
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No one looks as foolish as the excitable ones |
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But then again there's no one that has this much fun |
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X amount of action, X amount of games |
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For years again I tell you the same |
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Once I met a man who made nearly no mistakes |
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He would never bet on a long shot and he never bet on a break and |
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He's condescending and talks gossip galore |
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But the dude was definitely such a bore, hear me now |
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I messed up but I got back trying |
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Don't bother lying 'bout constant disappointment |
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But the fun is in the hunt so quit actin' on a front |
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Yeah, unmotivated, sorta faded |
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But the real man is not the one hiding behind the gunshot |
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Time travelin' through my memory |
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There's a younger dough gazin' at the galaxy |
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Space trippin' veto of the stars |
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Searchin' for UFOs from Neptune and Mars |
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Ode to an alien, I know you're out there |
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Cosmic, lonely heart tell me if you care |
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I'm listening for your sound, here on the ground |
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I'm listening for your sound, here on the ground |
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When I'm on the microphone |
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The method that I make is much patience |
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The method that I make is much patience |
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I'm waiting for the beat and then I make sense |
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Ain't comin' in hot, forgot you definitely got no clue |
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Ain't comin' in hot, you got, you definitely got so rude |
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Boy, actin' coy but you got nuts like Almond Joy, I tell ya |
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This is a tribute |
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I'm vexing many mofos but I'm wishing you the best |
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I keep 'bout half my lyrics and I throw out the rest |
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'Cause fly on by, you can if you want to |
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The method that makes sense is patience |
