| What up Vents?
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| Funkoars
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| Adfu
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| What up Briggs?
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| Golden Era, check
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| We were gone so long, spreading our wings, they’d thought we’d broken up
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| Thought I only closed my eyes for a second, next thing I’ve woken up
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| They said we thought we’d let you sleep in, you looked at peace and
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| I was like you should have spoken up
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| All this time trying to sober up
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| Swore a crowd not a Crown would be the next thing I opened up
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| Saw I was so corrupt, I wasn’t coping but
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| Seeing friends going down, had me choking up
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| Plus a drunk nearly killed Debris in a car that crashed
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| Left us a DJ who had to start from scratch
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| So I arched my back, stretched my shoulders
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| Said let’s shed this wretched coldness
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| Drink from the sun and swallow the heat
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| Just to spit it out, and have 'em follow the beat
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| What we gotta give this crowd’s something of another class
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| March till the sun is down and we’re walking under stars
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| «They were recording enough music for two albums, that was premeditated
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| They, they weren’t just like, 'let's make a record and we’ll pick the best ten
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| or twelve songs'
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| It was from day one, 'we're making two albums'» |