| Hey, I 'm feeling alright though
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| Nikes on, belt like I been killing pythons
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| You see T smiling yeah
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| It might show
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| Usually unapproachable but tonight no
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| I am in the club one deep
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| And comfy
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| No squad cool enough to be fuck VIP
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| I got standards I am not stundee
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| But this kid’s stepping on my crocodile dundees
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| Son please!
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| Watch where you walking
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| His like «me»
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| Yes you
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| I promise you do not want beef
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| With a vegetarian mercenary ass mc
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| With a squad of the craziest French kids
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| I snap my fingers shit will get tense quick
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| The band makes listeners scream when they mentioned
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| Liliboy approaches what an entrance
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| Deluxe came on and defused the tension
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| I hear your new and strange
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| Tunes messing with my mind
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| Since you came to my world It’s like a bizarre ride to the pharcyde
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| Something’s changed
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| Hey how you do that thing?
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| The shit so tight and sharp you sing
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| You caught me kind of weakening
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| Deliver the dough tumisome pack of flow
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| Hey where d’you hide them wings
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| Boitumelo angel King
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| Pulling on my every string
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| How d’you know my wildest dream?
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| Get a feeling
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| Get a rhythm
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| Get a real women
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| Who can sing bitterness out and fill it with good music
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| In a world of cynicism and the bullshitting
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| Try your hand at lyricism
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| Ain’t nobody cool widdit
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| But we killing them
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| We back to the grill again
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| We rap what we feeling
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| Til we capture your woman friend
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| Make em bounce til I am back to the South not Africa but Aix en Provence! |