| Guyana, Guyana, organic banana
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| Pull up on your shores like the Spanish armada
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| A god is among us your smell on my jumper
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| That pussy is sweet, bitch can I touch it
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| Like bitch can I touch it, sorry for swears
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| Apples and pears, everybody is fed
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| I change up so much just because you request
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| I’m sorry I’m faulty and not what I said
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| I would be, I stay north of the river
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| With all of the scenesters docs got 'em fitted
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| Seems like yesterday you would call up and visit
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| And I was excited you more than delivered
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| We made it a mess, how else could it happen
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| I’m always tied up with my selfish shit rapping
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| I’m always tied up I don’t tell you with passion
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| I feel you, I feel you, I feel you
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| You should start a cult
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| I would join it
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| Now look at all that you made
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| Before I started calling you names
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| You didn’t make me wait too long
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| Didn’t make me wait too long, maybe like 1 or 2 days
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| Now I been walking through flames like Chaka Khan
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| Know a small part of me really wanna fuck it up
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| Feels like Christmas, feels like ramadan
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| Hanukkah i know everything is gonna come at once
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| You’re quick to tell me who’s fake, who’s real
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| 2 years I’ve known you — and it’s you still
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| Everything i build and you send me blue steel
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| To my phone when I’m far from home you’re the new zeal
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| Shout out Auckland, when I’m alone you’re my stockton
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| Jerry Sloan to my ferris wheel when its rocking
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| At the show used to drink goon on the lawn
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| With the moon and the stars may I say that I feel you
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| I feel you
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| You should start a cult
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| I would join it
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| There ain’t nothing to worry about
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| With me around
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| Even though I be running around
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| Feeling down
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| Feeling bad feeling sorry for myself
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| I’ll figure it out
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| I’m saying you’re my main ingredient baby
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| I’m in the house
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| And I know that you been around and trying
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| You deserve something like a thousand diamonds
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| You deserve better than me out here lying
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| Make me breathe shallow like mountain climbing
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| No talkin' bout the future fuck that
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| Make me wanna be alone, be alone |