| They tell me its all in me mind, it’s time to take control
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| Leave it all behind, separate ego from the soul
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| They tell ya (tell ya), tell ya (tell ya)
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| Its all in your mind
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| Radiated fish was never anybodies favorite dish
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| But I munch it cause I don’t have a genie to make a wish
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| I could make a mission out of a stroll in the park
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| Or a mountain out of the stone in me heart
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| But I’m too busy floating above the rim
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| Super fly I polish me tinfoil fronts and grin
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| I grew wings and flew into the sun with a smile but I’m not strictly doing it
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| for fun
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| That concrete jungle planting tulips, in the alley with a bally, moonlit
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| Valley music to crack a brew and realise Stanley Kubrick directed the big bang,
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| and you knew it
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| Well of course you probably knew it all along
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| This is a late night, early morning song
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| So stop stressing I’m not messin'
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| I got vexed and hot stepped into the wrong heaven
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| In the sky above a candy pink shroom cloud, arguing with god cause I think too
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| loud
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| I plan to travel the whole world in a day, without ever leaving this urban decay |
| Ay, there’s no words I can say, for the feeling that I’m feeling
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| Ay, there’s no words I can say, for the feeling that I’m feeling
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| V’s for Vally, T’s for Tramadol, X for Xanny
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| The scripts had me real happy, for a while
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| But all this synthetic happiness got me feeling real angry now
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| Like, so I ate some Xannies, and I ate some Tramadols and I ate some Vallies
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| Scripts had me real happy, for a while
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| But all this synthetic happiness got me feeling real angry now
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| Yo, I saw a bag of weed on the floor, motherfucker what the fuck did I do?
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| I picked it up
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| And then I built it up
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| Smoked it in a second flat, it wasn’t enough
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| So I had to buy a second pack
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| Laigon boy in the Polo crest, Polo neck, over fresh
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| Wife beater, boxers, still I’m over dressed
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| Looking like a million pounds, pair of Ralphy slippers and gowns
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| 5 Star hotel lobby, I mingle around
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| Tripping balls, see a model bitch and I single her out
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| Like, she caked on that make up shit, Maybelline I maybe lean that’s why I make
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| up shit
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| No sleep baby, so wake up bitch |
| No morals, take drugs kids
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| I plan to travel the world in a day, but I’m swerving since the birds have been
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| chirping today
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| Ay, there’s no words I can say, for the feeling that I’m feeling like
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| There’s no words I can say, for the feeling that I’m feeling
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| Yo
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| There’s no words I can say
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| To explain why I’m feeling this way
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| I’m from a place where the valley runs hella deep
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| And no amount of Valium can help me sleep
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| Think I’m stuck to the ceiling again
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| I’m going chandelerious
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| Reach for the secret panel but its locked
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| In the white grand piano in the loft I’m the realiest
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| See me in the cut, with no weed, better build a L motherfucker
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| Radadadada, its the motherfucken T-R-E double L motherfucker
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| Put a Y on it, get the shit done in 4 minutes but I got 5 on it
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| I just wanna travel the world in a day, without ever leaving my personal space
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| There’s no words I can say, for the feeling that I’m feeling
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| Ay, there’s no words I can say, for this feeling that I’m feeling
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| There’s no words I can say, for this feeling that I’m feeling like |
| There’s no words I can say, for the feeling that I’m feeling today
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| They tell me its all in me mind, time to take control
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| Leave it all behind, separate ego from the soul
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| They tell ya (tell ya), they tell ya (tell ya)
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| Its all in your mind |