| I know you, you make your right the way
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| Judging done by those afraid to pray
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| Your hair dyed long, one almost could not tell
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| Your star’s well hid but vibes can carry smell
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| Ooo, we be’s gettin' down
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| Ooo, we be’s gettin' down
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| A rooster’s crow ain’t always five o’clock, oh no
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| A pigless oink don’t mean that slop don’t rot
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| For me there’s death, for you the worst is done
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| My mama, mama, mama, mama lives
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| Your father’s yet to «cum»
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| Ooo, we be’s gettin' down
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| I know you, you make your right the way
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| Judging done by those afraid to pray
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| Your hair, your hair dyed long
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| One almost could not tell
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| Your star’s well hid but vibes can carry smell, well
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| Ooo, we be’s gettin' down
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| Ooo, we be’s gettin' down
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| Ooo, we be’s gettin' down
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| Ooo, we be’s gettin' down
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| Ooo, we be’s gettin' down |