| Ok YO!
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| Confuse abuse
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| I’ve overused my walking shoes
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| I never turn back cos i know the score
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| I never reuse what i do before
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| But it’s too late, my fate
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| I regurgitate all the words that i say
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| Listen up don’t miss the fall
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| But just pick it up now off the floor man
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| And guess who, yeah you
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| You’re the ones that I’m talking too
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| You’re never going to guess what’s coming next
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| Let your mind inside what i manifest
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| But inside this rhyme you will find my mind
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| Just sip my crazy lips and step on my trip
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| Step on my trip, just
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| Step on my trip, man
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| Step on my trip, just
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| Step on my trip, man
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| Step on my trip, on my trip
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| I’ve got, no pecks to flex
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| All day long i dream about sex
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| But I’m impotent and now I’ve seen mi arse
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| I can’t remember when i got it up last
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| I stink, i need a drink
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| Roll another spliff to help me think
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| I’m living on the road just like a gypsy
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| Cos staying in one place fucking shits me
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| Sunshine, moonshine
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| Change the way that i would read your mind
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| Living inside this solar flux
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| We’re all trapped in a perpetual paradox
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| But you’re here I’m near
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| They way that i flow is all so clear
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| Just sip my crazy lips and… step on my trip…
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| Step on my trip, just
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| Step on my trip, man
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| Step on my trip, just
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| Step on my trip, man
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| Step on my trip, just
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| Was again about
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| The words in my mind that i see
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| Flow out of me easily
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| So easily that my mind is free
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| To blaze up your mind with my fantasy
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| Cos when i get on this mic
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| I’m flowing so awfully tight
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| So awfully tight that my rhymes are like
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| The claw of a tiger that’s ready to strike
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| Now when i get on the street
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| Creating a brand new beat
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| Feel free to come up and meet me
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| Don’t be shy cos you could never distract me
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| When negative vibes attack me
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| Get into my mind and hack me
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| I act like nothing’s happening
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| There ain’t no way to stop me
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| Confused abused
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| I’ve overused my walking shoes
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| I never turn back cos i know the score
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| I never reuse what i do before
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| But it’s too late, my fate
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| I regurgitate all the words that i say
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| Listen up don’t miss the fall
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| But just pick it up now off the floor man
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| And guess who, yeah you
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| You’re the ones that I’m talking too
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| Your never going to guess what’s coming next
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| Let your mind inside what i manifest
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| But inside this rhyme you will find my mind
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| Just sip my crazy lips and step on my trip
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| Step on my trip, just
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| Step on my trip, man
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| Step on my trip, just
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| Step on my trip, man |