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I got my good foot showin' & I'm glowin' |
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Like somebody goin' nowhere at a pace |
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I got a good hand I'm yearning to be turning |
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But I'm learning not to show it on my face |
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Outside my shutters, money flutters |
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To the gutters, we got ecstacy for lovers |
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And the mercy of our mothers |
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So come on, let's get high |
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People of the underground |
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A little later we could ride the elevator |
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Tip the waiter for a table in space |
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It's never early for a fashionable girlie |
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To make tardiness a matter of taste |
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We're in a taxi as the happiness |
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Attacks me, and we're laughin' in the |
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Backseat 'cause it's 10 o'clock exactly |
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So come on, let's get high |
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People of the underground |
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Your kiss is swallowin' the devil's tongue |
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Your dance is spinnin' in the midnight sun |
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There's no tomorrow when your out havin' fun.... |
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People of the underground |
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(I've got your number) |
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Down valet valley all the brothers in the alley |
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Recognize me but they don't know my name |
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I pay no covers cause I roll with modern lovers |
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And I always try to hover near fame |
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I am the star-crossed keeper of the tarot |
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With a fortune like a pharaoh |
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Steppin' out of a camaro |
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Come on, let's get high |
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I move my feet and I'm always changin' streets |
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As I listen to the beats on my rounds |
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I offer all my petty problems to the night, |
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cause she can solve 'em like she talks the sun down |
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And under all this concrete madness, |
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crime & horoscopes & sadness |
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try to take away my gladness |
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Come on, let's get high |
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People of the underground... |
