Four bitches on top of rocks and that's swag
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Ultramarine in a glass below the bottom is a cold swag
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And the height at the depth below is a high swag
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The best car has a low bottom, a high top
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One model will change the world if it is tasteful
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One love will replace the myth that this is dim
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An ordinary day will glow with purple juice
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It's a pink cocktail and it's fucking delicious
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And I see nothing but rocky mountains, and yes
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And I hear nothing but the crunch of ice
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In a glass, below the bottom, and the smell of milk
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You never know how, you never know where you never know when
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Four bitches in the backseat that's swag
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Smoking like on Miami Beach at night is swag
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You don't know any of them, why and this swag
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Ice cold pepsi, whiskey, message flies up
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A floor higher than the birds in heaven sing
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Macaque from the principle will not tell someone else wusssup
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Her ru - hands in shorts, wind in her hair
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The weight lies on the table
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I think I'm lucky, since I was born here plus
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I think I'm lucky since I have something
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Synth fish samples cuts glues in this whole swag
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The song flies to the birds, subhuman
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And I see nothing but rocky mountains, and yes plus
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And I hear nothing but the crunch of ice
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The minivan we have filled up is flying down the slope,
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First, I'm already taller, secondly, there are two of me
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Crystal evening, copper space and dew in the mountains
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Only space flows down, I see in her eyes
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And it's not romance by any means it's ma uh de uh ma
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This then multiplied it by two
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Four bitches on top of rocks and that's swag
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Ultramarine in a glass below the bottom is a cold swag
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And the height at the depth below is a high swag
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The best car has a low bottom, a high top
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A floor higher than the birds in heaven sing
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Macaque from the principle will not tell someone else wusssup
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Her ru - hands in shorts, wind in her hair
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The weight lies on the table
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A floor higher than the birds in heaven sing
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Macaque from the principle will not tell someone else wusssup
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Her ru - hands in shorts, wind in her hair
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The weight lies on the table |