| Lucy in the sky
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| Diamonds in my eyes
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| Santana in my blood
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| I don’t think I had enough
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| Kaleidoscope vision
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| I feel like John Lennon
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| Take me back to 1960
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| Man, I’m feelin' so trippy
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| Lucy in the sky
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| Diamonds in my eyes
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| Santana in my blood
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| I don’t think I had enough
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| Kaleidoscope vision
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| I feel like John Lennon
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| Take me back to 1960
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| Man, I’m feelin' so trippy
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| I know she lookin' for me
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| In that foreign going dummy?
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| I am not a superstar
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| I got some junk food in my tummy
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| But she is on top of me, I won the lottery
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| Gimme a blotter please, I need some company
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| Gimme an hour for all of this sour
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| To get to my brain and take me away, to
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| Another dimension, ask some more questions, read my expression
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| Fantasy, that’s on my sweater
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| Better than ever, I flex on you haters
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| Kick me like I’m your
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| that’s you and I
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| Hate me or love me, I don’t feel sorry
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| Sorry she loves me, do not disturb me
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| Is my name Joe? |
| 'Cause she givin' the Sloppy
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| Escargot,
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| My beats are my babble, my sound is the sin
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| My music the wave, I hope you can swim
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| Don’t wanna get lit then talk to my face
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| LSD in my spit well I kiss on your bitch
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| I flex on your momma with Dolce Gabbana
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| Fly to the Bahamas, and fuck on your grandma
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| They comin' to Cali, they come to my city
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| But you know my crew say you not fuckin' with me
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| I feel like Ricardo, I’m coolin' with Lucy
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| Feel like Ricardo, I’m coolin' with Lucy
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| Rickie Ricardo, I’m coolin' with Lucy
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| Lucy in the sky
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| Diamonds in my eyes
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| Santana in my blood
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| I don’t think I had enough
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| Kaleidoscope vision
|
| I feel like John Lennon
|
| Take me back to 1960
|
| Man, I’m feelin' so trippy
|
| Lucy in the sky
|
| Diamonds in my eyes
|
| Santana in my blood
|
| I don’t think I had enough
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| Kaleidoscope vision
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| I feel like John Lennon
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| Take me back to 1960
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| Man, I’m feelin' so trippy
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| Okay now, Lucy Lucy
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| We can roll a doobie
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| You my favorite type of groupie
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| 'Cause you fucked up my hair like you knew me
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| Man, I swear she make me loopie
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| Specially, when she wear that two-piece, damn
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| I just be trippin' and going insane
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| Me and these demons inside of my brain
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| Not in my gang, not in my gang
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| Plottin' on how we gon' shit on the game
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| Fuck all these lames, I don’t give a pity
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| They music is shitty, they never gon' get me
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| I feel like I’m Whitney the way that I’m cracking
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| I’m busted and relaxed and on top of a mattress, yuh
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| Tell them don’t play, don’t play
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| Imma find a piece and start that way
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| Now with the percs, can’t go to sleep cause she making me work
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| Making me question my own fucking worth
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| Mama I’m sorry I’m not from this Earth
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| You can try hounding I’m already hurt
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| Bitches I’m standing but get off my nerves
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| I just swerve out the way, blowing perc to your face
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| You get merc’d on this day if your words do not play
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| Hating ass bitch get the fuck off my dick
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| Ain’t nobody fucking with the fantasy clique
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| I ain’t got shit but some wrapes in the dick
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| I’m sad and I’m lit
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| Psychedelic thoughts in the back of the whip
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| I’m back on this bitch
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| He make a hiss so I’mma laugh till I’m rich like uh
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| Tell them white hoes I’mma beaner
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| Imma get a misdemeanor killing pussy with my weiner
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| And I hope she’s not a screamer
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| I be rolling in the bimmer
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| Be chilling with different hoes
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| Lucy you know I’m a keeper
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| I be fucked up of my mind
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| Fuck do you mean bitch I have all the
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| I’ll be open and never be blind
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| Look in my eyes hope that soul will be mine
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| I kill 'em with harmony after they on to me
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| Bitch you a barber so keep on just bopping me
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| Drinkin' this hemlock I feel like I’m Socrates
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| Get used to hearing me there will be lot of me
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| Flex on the hoes that was never on top of me
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| I’m taking over and no one is stopping me
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| walk on my cock it don’t bother me
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| Lot of you fuckers just copying me (fuck)
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| Lucy in the sky
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| Diamonds in my eyes
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| Santana in my blood
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| I don’t think I had enough
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| Kaleidoscope vision
|
| I feel like John Lennon
|
| Take me back to 1960
|
| I’m so motherfucking trippy
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| Lucy in the sky
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| Diamonds in my eyes
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| Santana in my blood
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| I don’t think I had enough
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| Kaleidoscope vision
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| I feel like John Lennon
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| Take me back to 1960
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| I’m so motherfucking trippy |