| I don’t know why the sky is blue
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| I don’t know why I write these tunes
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| But with a vibe like this
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| I’m a climb these cliffs
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| So I’ll be there for you
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| Well, how you doin' bro
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| What’s up man
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| Chillin', I’m cool
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| It’s hot as hell
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| I’m thinkin' 'bout takin'
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| A dip in a pool
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| F**kin' nice
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| I’m 'bout to hit the beach
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| And roll me a fatty
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| And grab a case of that cold shit
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| You know where to catch me
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| Welcome to the jungle by the beach
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| Where the sea sounds gorgeous
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| Three night owls been cookin'
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| In their treehouse fortress
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| With them fresh herbs
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| Bet the whole pound got blazed
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| Escape that nine to five
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| Perpetual groundhog day
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| We just glide off the runway
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| Charge tracks like far laps
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| Smell another steak
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| When I step out on the tarmac
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| Convertible cruisers
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| In a tropical summer
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| We don’t have all the answers
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| But we got one another
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| And these warm waters
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| Have broken up my colder days
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| On a piece of driftwood
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| Soaking up these solar rays
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| My god, this works
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| To revert that old feeling
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| My own therapeutic version
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| Of the soul healing
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| My crib’s crew
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| I’m chillin' rhyme in my igloo
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| My music mediterranean
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| Come dive in this big blue
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| Bohemian balcony
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| Bliss been bent with absinthe
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| I stroll through my life
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| Like a Jim Henson Labyrinth
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| Walk with me
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| I don’t know why the sky is blue
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| I don’t know why I write these tunes
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| But with a vibe like this
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| I’m a climb these cliffs
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| So I’ll be here for you
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| I don’t know why the sky is blue
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| I don’t know why I write these tunes
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| But with a vibe like this
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| I’m a climb these cliffs
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| So I’ll be there for you
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| Hey yo, I’m fresh out the woodworks
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| Carvin' a masterpiece
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| Painting a paradise of audio archery
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| The paper plane architect
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| Stoned on a house boat
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| Reporting live from
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| Our home in the South Brook
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| Turn off your televisions
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| Walk with me, talk with me
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| Behold the elements
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| Palm trees and pelicans
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| So climb cliffs
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| When they place those bricks
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| Get up, hold your head up
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| And don’t take no shit
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| 'cause today, I ain’t got a
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| Worry in the world
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| I’m that local…
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| … with my girl
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| Little finger in the air
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| Like throw a dog a bone
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| 'cause Macka ain’t an actor
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| I’m a poet on a throne
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| I’m a christmas f**king carol
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| I’m a lonely night on a beach
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| I’m a simple Dutch
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| And I’m a complex brother
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| With motherf**kin' A.D.D.
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| And I don’t know
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| Why I roll like this
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| I don’t know why my soul exists
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| And I don’t know
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| If I told you this
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| But you can bet your bottom dollar
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| Brother, I’ll be there for you
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| I don’t know
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| Why I roll like this
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| I don’t know why my soul exists
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| And I don’t know
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| If I told you this
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| But you can bet your bottom dollar
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| Brother, I’ll be there for you
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| I don’t know why the sky is blue
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| I don’t know why I write these tunes
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| But with a vibe like this
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| I’m a climb these cliffs
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| So I’ll be there for you
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| I don’t know why the sky is blue
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| I don’t know why I write these tunes
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| But with a vibe like this
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| I’m a climb these cliffs
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| So I’ll be there for you |