| So come with me, some rum and tree,
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| Hands in the air I don’t plan on nothing,
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| Heavy with doubt I’mma lift you to the ceiling, come around,
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| It’s a new day!
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| Been hitting the stage at a teen age, I’m stepping out of this phase,
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| Surveying the land around me, picking at herbal blends and sage,
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| I got the FAM helping me, taking the game over stealthily,
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| Looking for clues that’ll lead me to ladies, who’ll come to the house with me,
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| We go by rollers, buyers, I’m at the front of a long line and I know,
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| This is where that I’m meant to be, splitting leaves, fill it with trees now,
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| You gotta breath out, relax now!
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| It’s quick in evicting the shittiness isn’t it?
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| Flicking the stick in a tray never middie’s kid, (you never know!)
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| I’m thinking of gripping this business, that FAM shit,
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| Can’t miss this, no longer gonna be restless,
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| So come with me, some rum and tree,
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| Hands in the air I don’t plan on nothing,
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| Heavy with doubt I’mma lift you to the ceiling, come around,
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| It’s a new day!
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| Tryna stop this heavy fronting, right now, no more questions,
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| Thought I wasn’t cool at first, but now I’ve got them second guessing,
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| Finna sip water on the moon, but the problem’s not the reach,
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| I’mma fly to the bright side, a bag of that green’s what you need,
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| Wayland High’s got something in the water, it’s been steady spewing stars,
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| George Guest on the back of Sammy Adams breathing Fresh Aer, now we in charge,
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| New day, next try, life long, that’s right, I wanna climb without a fall at all,
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| So come with me, some rum and tree,
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| Hands in the air I don’t plan on nothing,
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| Heavy with doubt I’mma lift you to the ceiling, come around,
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| It’s a new day!
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| It’s the time, that we go, never stop, go for the gold
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| I’ve been waiting for this day, for so long
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| — David
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| So come with me, some rum and tree,
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| Hands in the air I don’t plan on nothing,
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| Heavy with doubt I’mma lift you to the ceiling, come around,
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| It’s a new day! |