| A-yo son of the Aquarius
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| Scorpion water flow
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| This all infinite
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| Never mind, who cares
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| I’m getting all lit up in expensive whips
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| That a young player used to fucking dream about
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| Breathing in angels
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| Breathing the demons out
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| Even the feelings outs
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| Remember the struggles
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| And fucking learn from it
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| Or at the very least earn from it
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| Make it fucking work now
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| Gauges a cursed bone carriages
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| Encased in a worse know
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| Toxic ideologies
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| Vision of vaccine
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| A cure even
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| The blur reasonings
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| Rearing they heads like a hydra
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| Blood in my eye bruh and I can’t see
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| But I still lead like a one eyed king
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| Up in Atlanta the blind bruh
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| I got my man on the line
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| He got one last job for a player
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| The sun blast ra star flavor
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| On the highs of all of out neighbors
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| On this rock we be spinning on
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| Winter fall summer spring
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| Various degrees of the varying heat
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| Emanating off of the very thing
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| All life sprung from
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| Hung dumb deaf blind
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| Silent in a cold dip
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| Black of the void
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| I’m snap macking I’m cracking
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| I’m gas and I’m blacking out
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| Ask about me
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| Shit
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| Sit back
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| Laugh about it
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| Weep about it
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| You couldn’t creep around it
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| So high you can’t get over it
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| So low you can’t get under it
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| So ho you can’t add to it
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| Multiply it, divide it, subtract from it
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| Over-stand the math of a child
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| And just province it
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| Township
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| Please slide through the avenues
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| Everything’s everything
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| Understand most songs
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| Are just phrases and sentences
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| Every last song is a long sigh
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| A breathe in the middle of one single run-on sentence
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| Every last bar I meant it
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| Run it back
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| Hear it again
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| That’s everything
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| We are the universe
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| Learning to love itself
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| Swirling in color and light
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| Sound waves
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| Swimming through gravities
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| Existence is a network of magnetism
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| Rolling hypnoses
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| Fingers in the air feel the cosmic curvatures
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| Overtures
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| Written in the air like a cool breeze
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| Enter the second movement
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| Repetition is a form of change
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| I’m home on the range
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| Where the deer and the antelope play
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| I got a cantelope sliced up juiciest division
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| Twice as sweet
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| I’m high as a peach in a peach tree
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| Blessed with the lessons the earth teach me
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| Rapped is a natural way of speaking
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| Rhyming is more than a mnemonic device
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| It’s the true nature of language
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| The way it was meant to be spoken
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| Now i’m joking
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| I’m bullshiting man
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| Nothing is anything
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| Everything I saw feels beautiful
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| Listen to the tunes they truly are beautiful
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| Music is musical
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| Amusingly musing all the two or more
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| I don’t even know what I do it for
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| I’m a blue boy jazz dude
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| Rap in a bar with the casual manner of a man who be asking about tattoos
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| And they significances
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| Listen to the different changes
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| We live in the cages
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| Arranged in the strange sick patterns
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| We made them ourselves with our anguish
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| And they will decay and disintegrate
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| Love only loves it could never begin to hate
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| Freestyles shows but the written a printed tape
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| Give them a little thing to remember me by
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| A little keepsake
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| A little memento
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| The honorable venerable
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| Animal mineral vegetable
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| Respectable anything anything
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| Say the first thing that pop into my little dome piece
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| Spit poems into your phone
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| Yeesh
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| Leave a message begin at the tone the beep
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| Trail love thinking about how it ought to be said
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| Am I even alive man
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| I gotta be dead
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| Yes ya’ll and it don’t quit
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| Cheeba cheeba ya’ll
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| And it don’t stop
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| And it don’t quit
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| Yes yes ya’ll and it don’t stop
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| Cheeba cheeba ya’ll
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| And it don’t quit
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| Yes ya’ll are with the
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| Best of all of them
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| Gang shit
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| Throw ya set up
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| Please slide through the avenue
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| Diagonal
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| Pussies get wetter
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| America
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| Americana
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| Amerikanah
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| Brrrt-brrrt
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| Please slide through the avenue
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| Diagonal
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| Yes ya’ll and it don’t stop
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| Cheeba cheeba ya’ll
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| And it don’t quit
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| To the beat ya’ll
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| And it don’t stop
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| And it don’t stop rocking
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| To the bang bang boogie
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| The bang bang the boogie the beat
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| Yes ya’ll are with the
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| Best of all of them
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| Cheeba cheeba ya’ll and it don’t stop
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| Freak freak ya’ll and it don’t stop
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| Real hip hop and it don’t stop
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| Yes ya’ll
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| To the beat ya’ll
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| And it don’t stop
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| Freak freak and it don’t stop
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| Real trash shit
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| Gang gang
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| Trap
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| Trap shit
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| Throw ya set up
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| Whooop
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| Brrrt
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| Bra-braw-brow
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| Pussies get wetter
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| A light in a cold night |