| tripping balls on the bank of the hudson
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| earth rumbling
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| reevaluating my function
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| tongue tungsten
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| melting down they assumptions
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| i got a hunch
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| they acting out of need of some substance
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| after grilled pepper shrimp
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| i hiked my hand up her sundress
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| vivid gradient sunsets
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| 12 steps
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| start at zero
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| fear no
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| sacrificial lamb in a gyro
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| here go
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| fresh out the roach coach
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| my beard long
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| try not to impose on folk
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| and clones alike
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| beholden hype
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| imma show u right
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| sound of mind
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| one way boarded flight
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| twinkling lights
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| over my city
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| unlike any
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| bust my hump for these nigger pennies
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| it been deep
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| like sinkholes for repent freaks
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| under mi sensi
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| feeling extra sensory
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| grip slippery
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| citrus piffery
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| 400 year old trees whisper how they sent for me
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| kush school of mystery
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| if u cool ill waive the entry fee
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| knowledge reigns supreme
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| over nearly everyone
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| peace scientist
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| zions lion
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| I’m on 12fifth (125th)
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| (Woods)
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| Nonstop to DC free wifi
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| far removed from the days of New Century
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| Chinatown Bus lines
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| weight in the duffel weighing on my mind
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| things change
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| bag full of laundry now been a long time
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| Red Line train get off just rained
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| smells like mulch and pine
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| let myself in moms sleep
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| cut the light pull the covers under her chin
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| kiss her cheek
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| she still with the Camry 96 take it for a late night
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| slide past spots where we used to get right
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| spill cigar cuts in dark cuts tip 40s under porchlights
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| But it’s houses where those woods was
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| strange faces
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| kinda bugged my peoples gone out the hood
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| Up county in bracelets over drugs
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| or got a job, a wife, up and moved cuz
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| respect due
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| certain point you gotta stop eating baby food
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| night breeze the trees whisper truths I breath green
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| knock the cherry off on my shoe
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| parked at the park for old times sake sittin on the trunk
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| wishing you was there to watch for Jake |