| It’s a beautiful day in this neighborhood, a beautiful day for a neighbor,
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| won’t you be mine
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| Good morning sunshine
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| I mean the sunset
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| And still ain’t wanna yet
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| I’d rather have a dream
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| In some gorgeous place
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| Sucking your gorgeous nests
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| So I went back to sleep
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| Me and my morning bone
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| Would have been on and on
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| Probably from dusk to dawn
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| Instead I’m rusting chrome, busting poems
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| Living like a gnome
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| Posted at the home
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| Half asleep and stoned
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| Chop the beats until I’m gone
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| Must have been on my dome
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| Can’t get her off my mind or on the phone half the time
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| But still I had to try to satisfy this appetite
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| Might even grab a pie, mad high bagged eyes
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| I was that happy guy taking naps at 5
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| Working early days leaving smashed in half the night
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| Gladys and the Pips
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| Gorgeous in the simp and the glorious tilt
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| Til somebody spilt milk
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| But yo you still chill
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| I started bugging out like «who the fuck spilled milk?»
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| Knowing damn well it must’ve been my dumb ass
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| Now I’m drunk passed out having dreams about my love past
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| Had brunch ass, lunch ass, dinner ass
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| But never in the ass and never did ask
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| I just slid past, back to the sunshine
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| Smacking that behind, mind stuck on rewind
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| Like hold up this is fresh
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| Ain’t met a woman fresher
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| Much better than the rest
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| And may I add the best
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| Perfectly round ass
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| Perfectly round breasts
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| Purposely frownless
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| Smile like a ad from crest
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| Oh yeah, I got a request |