| Yes indeed ladies & gentlemen, boys & girls
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| You are now rocking with the mighty Deluxe
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| It’s a family show baby.
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| .A State of Mind in the building
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| We bout to get get busy one time like this yall.
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| And like that yall.
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| Super cali-kush-a-licious hefty halitosis for the hopeless
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| The l-the-y-the-r-the-o the mantic and
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| Semantic language sandwiches abandoned all the anguish
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| From the planets. |
| revolving in this universe we sculpted
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| At the tender age of ten and eight. |
| replaced the
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| Hacky sack with nasty acrobatics of the wordplay variety bade
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| Farewell to sobriety in its entirety
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| …flipping the sickness. |
| casually flying free
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| Watch where you’re driving bozzo
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| Stay off the lane in my road
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| Lay off the child in my soul
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| Cuz I ain’t giving it up no!
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| A permanent feel for coconut pearls
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| Anytime of the day i’ll whirl and twirl
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| The buddha it burns the wheel it turns
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| Sweet sticky treats for the child in me!
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| Hasn’t but a long while but it feels like a life
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| Since we been together
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| Taking things to the wild catering, chicken weather !
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| Family butter finger!
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| Like lambs to the slaughter, cross borders…
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| I’ve been orbiting the sun for a quarter of a century
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| Becoming more aware that this here was meant to be
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| This year was heavily packed: beers, a couple mean sacks, Cheers!
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| You best believe that we’re here, and going no damn where
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| I paint a Kodac-clear pic, and won’t let fear kick
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| It with me. |
| Yo, my soul has ears. |
| Get me?
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| Man, they’re picky and they’re steering my being
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| As I relive my youth through a liquory dream
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| The slickidy slick. |
| the licorice stick the youthful optimistic
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| And everyday the records that play the beacons at night that light the way
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| Enter the maze, while in a daze like we’re back in the 10th grade
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| Licking a stick of the Sensi and knocking them out like Dempsey.
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| Smiling. |
| faces. |
| sharing the love
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| And we keep on tearing it up
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| Similing. |
| faces. |
| sharing the love
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| And we keep on tearing it up |