| Lemon ginger tea
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| I take a sip before the symphonies
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| And play the synth for all the kinfolk acting sinful over simple reasons
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| That way for centuries
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| So what’s it got to do wit me?
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| Before i stitch a cut i pour a cup
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| Whisper a cuss before i slip a cuff
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| Ignore the info how it’s just a simple crush
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| Take heed to my advice 'cause when i eat a slice i never leave the crust/
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| Know what i mean
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| My light is beaming breathing in the steam
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| Before i go to sleep
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| I brew a pot for thickening the plot
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| Before another moment i’ve forgot the tickin of the clock
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| Don’t pick me out the lineup
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| I ain’t pick your lock
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| They served it to caligula
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| And now i brew it on the block
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| The favorite out in vegas playing slots
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| Here to clear your sinuses and snots/
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| Some people think that it’s the snobs that’s turning knobs/
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| Y’all shouldn’t waste another drop
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| And always in a hurry off to worry how you’ll get another job
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| But you might never get another shot
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| You gotta let it steep
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| And in the meantime essentially be discreet
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| The sensei for the cobra kai said mercy’s for the weak
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| But mercy’s for the elite
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| That’s how it locked the essence in the leaves
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| I fetched this kettle water up from 20 thousand leagues
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| There’s faith in all my leaps
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| In each of my endeavors towards whatever’s in my reach
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| The herbals be the science i apply to all the signs i gotta read
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| My word is bond, either craig or moore or connery
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| That’s right i got it in the bag
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| Without it there to warm you in the draft it be a drag
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| In love and all shook up and can’t look up from what i cooked up in the lab
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| What quote is on the tag?
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| The time is gonna lapse
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| Definitely not maybe or perhaps
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| You may as well just lay back and relax/
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| It ain’t no sense in tryna riff wit the official
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| You ain’t missin nuttin just listen for the whistle |