| And I’ma' drink and I’ma' dip and I’ma ride and I’ma' live
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| It’s just the way that I play
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| And I’ma' think and I’ma spit and I’ma' fly and I’ma' give
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| Until the end of my day’s
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| I’m skippin' stones 'till I’m lost in the world
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| Fall in love and then get lost in a girl
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| You gotta live life and aint no tellin' what tomorrow can bring
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| As long as you breathin' and livin' ya dream
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| You gotta live life + I’m packin' and leavin' travelin' and sight seein'
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| Writin' my name in the sand on the beach in the Caribbean
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| Hittin' the club give a pound and a hug to the thugs
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| Later on I’m makin' love on that bear skin rug
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| Cause I’m skippin' town I’m skippin stones
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| I’m skippin' town I’m skippin' stones
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| I’m skippin' town I’m skippin' stones
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| And all I know is I’m alone
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| I feel the vibe inside me and I’m not gonna let it go
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| So come on and I’m laughin' and cryin' and buyin' time
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| I’m not gone let it go
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| So come on and I’m findin' a dime thata wanta good time and I’m not gonna let
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| her go
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| So come on and it’s all on the line but I’m still gone' shine I’m not gone let
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| it go
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| Hey
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| Slow it down for a minute while I capture the sky
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| Surfing the clouds wind surfin' through a deep sea dive
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| The devil’s tryin' to get up in my soul but I’m not gone let it go
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| So come on and I’m drinkin' this spiritual wine so he can’t fuck with my flow
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| Cause I’m skippin' town I’m skippin stones
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| I’m skippin' town I’m skippin' stones
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| I’m skippin' town I’m skippin' stones
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| And all I know is I’m alone
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| Keep on runnin' through all my days
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| He got a need for speed
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| But what you runnin' from playa
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| I think he runnin' from me
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| Take ya time and just relax
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| He ain’t got time to take
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| Slow it down and think about it
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| He got moves to make strugglin' and scrapin' takin' chances attemptin' to make
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| it
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| The time that was taken was tedious but fuck it we made it
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| Created much later now playin' n' singin' invaded with Piper n' Dave
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| And the angels bout to make us the greatest
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| Somebody save us the shit that we spittin' soundin' ridiculous
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| Rippin' and gifted with lyrics flavored up more than licorice
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| Shift it and kick it with enough spittage to make it Sickenin'
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| Skippin' stones, mama I’m gone its time to rip this shit
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| Cause I’m skippin' town I’m skippin stones
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| I’m skippin' town I’m skippin' stones
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| I’m skippin' town I’m skippin' stones
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| And all I know is I’m alone |