| Come to LA where the smog sings
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| lattes
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| It’s all dreams
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| And I’m in love with a talking hot air balloon
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| She gets drunk at the hair saloon
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| She has the biggest breasts and the shortest ad space
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| And there’s a nigga dressed all in blackface
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| And that’s why I’ll be carjacked by a Korean volleyball team
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| that’s why my body all green
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| Didn’t pay you to cross my mind my body’s green grass
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| And my eyes are now a gaping wound
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| And they want to clean my gash
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| 'Cause I’m being extremely rash
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| While chasing the moon
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| thinker’s wisdom
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| My body’s implanted with a sprinkler system
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| And if that wasn’t a drawback
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| They told me to fill out this draw back
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| Just in case it rains dogs and cats
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| When you cross my mind you best look both ways
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| 'Cause my personality’s bigger than yours
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| When you cross my mind you best look both ways
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| 'Cause my personality’s bigger than yours
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| When you cross my mind you’re best to look both ways
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| Walk the streets in an insulated space suit
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| Innovative breaks and loops
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| Give the bass their escape routes
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| If they’re not intimidated and break loose
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| And the stimulants are grapefruits
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| You see daddy cares what we form in all the wreckage
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| What anti-glare now I know how awful that
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| This is my thoughtful message written in scribble
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| Only to be transcribed by the last man alive
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| Who lives in LA and was just having sex with an insecure dancer
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| Until he has testicular cancer and dies
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| But me, I sit on my lawn chair
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| Waiting for my tax return
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| Swinging my long hair, riding on a pachyderm
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| In an Aeroshrift store
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| 'Til we hit aisle two as ashes and urn
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| In LA I’m dead, a cold snap that won’t pick up on the heat sensor
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| I’m like your own dad
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| With false teeth and dentures
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| Selling biodegradable lawn to inflatable dolls
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| This is where the beat drops
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| And you put your hands in the air
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| Don’t just stand there like three bewildered panda bears
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| Show some enthusiasm
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| Hopefully when the show’s done I’ll leave with a moody who has a booty you
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| can’t fathom
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| and too scoops so wash it down with fruit juice
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| Sorry, some times things cross my mind before I cross theirs
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| My thoughts are in their crosshairs
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| When you cross my mind you best look both ways
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| 'Cause my personality’s bigger than yours
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| When you cross my mind you best look both ways
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| 'Cause my personality’s bigger than yours |