| Can you D-I-G I-T?
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| Colossal, large, big as it gets, massive
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| I’d kill you all if I wasn’t so passive
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| Instead I creep off to a booth and hold it solo
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| To study these people, you fuckin' filth
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| Workin' on my fifth, or maybe my sixth
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| Where every women represents the meaning of existence
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| I’ve no choice but to notice the one that consistently keeps me enlisted
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| Keeps me aware, she has no idea where my head sits
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| And if she did, how do you think she’d react? |
| Maybe double up and laugh?
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| Maybe catch some relief? |
| Place wagers on the theories, keep your eye on my trap
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| Emotions speak through me in the form of gratuity
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| Is this enough? |
| Is there an underlying message?
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| Of course — every act deserves a response
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| It’s my place to watch the one she takes, try to guess it
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| If I could only prove what I really feel
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| Maybe just would thrust her into my zone
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| Last call, lights out, time to pay the bill
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| Again the waitress and I both drive home alone, where you goin'?
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| Yo Crescent Moon
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| What up?
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| You see Slug?
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| That fool told us to meet him up here separately. |
| I don’t see him though
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| Yo, yo, you see that girl over there?
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| Her?
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| Nah, nah, not the waitress, the other girl, yo
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| Bam! |
| Whoo! |
| Hell yeah!
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| Yo, yo, I’m gonna go over there and say what’s up
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| You tell me if you see Slug, alright?
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| I’ll tell you man, it’s all good, it’s all good
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| Give me a shot of Cuervo or something
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| You think that’s bad, but that ain’t all
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| We all down thinking that’s |