| You best believe you came in with a real thang
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| Your own gait and way of walking in this simulated world
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| A kind of grease in the fulcrum of your inner space, that’s your thang
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| You’ve got yours and I’ve got mine
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| Seat of the world inside
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| Stride grease
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| For to loosen up your hip
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| Joints and sink into
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| Your thang, your thang
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| Stride grease (Inside)
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| For to loosen up your hip
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| Joints and sink into
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| Your thang, your thang
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| You’ve got a thang
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| Inside
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| As you release all resistance to your natural pace
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| Life-force collects in the basin of your openness
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| And as it spreads like a smile inside your waste, that’s your thang
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| You’ve got yours and I’ve got mine
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| Seat of the world inside
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| Stride grease
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| For to loosen up your hip
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| Joints and sink into
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| Your thang, your thang
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| Stride grease (Inside)
|
| For to loosen up your hip
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| Joints and sink into
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| Your thang, your thang
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| You’ve got a thang
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| Inside
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| And you glide in step with your ownness
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| You’re seated on a thang
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| A sweet bowl of individuality
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| Thickened in your soul distilled to fill it
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| Aren’t you tired of walking around afraid you might spill it? |
| Oh
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| You best believe you came in with a real thang
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| Your own gait and way of walking in this simulated world
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| You’ve got yours and I’ve got mine
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| Seat of the world inside
|
| That’s your thang
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| You’re seated on a thang
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| A sweet bowl of individuality
|
| Thickened in your soul distilled to fill it
|
| Aren’t you tired of walking around afraid you might spill it?
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| Stride grease
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| For to loosen up your hip
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| Joints and sink into
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| Your thang, your thang (And sink into your thang)
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| Stride grease
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| For to loosen up your hip
|
| Joints and sink into
|
| Your thang, your thang (And sink into your thang)
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| Stride grease
|
| For to loosen up your hip
|
| Joints and sink into
|
| Your thang, your thang (And sink into your thang)
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| Stride grease
|
| For to loosen up your hip
|
| Joints and sink into
|
| Your thang, your thang (Sink into your thang)
|
| Stride grease
|
| For to loosen up your hip
|
| Joints and sink into
|
| Your thang, your thang (And sink into your thang)
|
| Stride grease
|
| For to loosen up your hip
|
| Joints and sink into
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| Your thang, your thang (And sink into your thang) |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Thang (hips) , by - Esperanza Spalding. Song from the album 12 Little Spells, in the genre Современный джаз