| Hand me a towel, I’m dirty dancing
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| By myself, gone off tabs of that acid
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| Form me a circle, watch my Jagger
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| Might lose my jacket and hit a solo, one time
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| We too loud in public, them police turned down the function
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| Now we outside and the timing’s perfect
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| Forgot to tell you
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| Gotta tell you how much I vibe with you
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| And we don’t gotta be solo
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| Now stay away from highways
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| My eyes like them red lights
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| Right now, I prefer yellow
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| Redbone, so mellow
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| Fuck 'round, be cutting you
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| Think we were better off solo
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| I got that act right in the Windy City that night
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| No trees to blow through, but blow me and I owe you
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| Two grams when the sun rise
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| Smoking good, rolling solo
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| Solo (Solo), solo (Solo)
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| S-solo (Solo), s-solo (Solo)
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| It’s hell on Earth and the city’s on fire
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| Inhale, in hell, there’s heaven
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| There’s a bull and a matador dueling in the sky
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| Inhale, in hell, there’s heaven
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| Oh, oh, oh, oh
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| Oh, oh, oh, oh
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| I’m skipping showers and switching socks, sleeping good and long
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| Bones feeling dense as fuck, wish a nigga would cross
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| And catch a solo, on time
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| White leaf on my boxers, green leaf turn to vapors for the low
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| And that mean cheap, 'cause ain’t shit free and I know it
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| Even love ain’t, 'cause this nut cost, that clinic killed my soul
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| But you gotta hit the pussy raw, though
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| Now your baby mama ain’t so vicious
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| All she want is her picket fence
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| And you protest and you picket sign
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| But them courts won’t side with you
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| Won’t let you fly solo, yeah
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| I wanted that act right in Colorado that night
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| I brought trees to blow through, but it’s just me and no you
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| Stayed up 'til my phone died
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| Smoking big, rolling solo
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| It’s hell on Earth and the city’s on fire
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| Inhale, in hell, there’s heaven
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| There’s a bull and a matador dueling in the sky
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| Inhale, in hell, there’s heaven
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| Oh, oh, oh, oh
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| Oh, oh, oh, oh
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| Solo (By myself) |