| Do sit by the light of me soul and yet
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| Still, I roam through, steady in the mist
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| Couple dawgs fall back, little pause in the step
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| Chop a couple fruit to keep the sour levels fueled
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| Chop a couple fruit to keep the, chop a couple fruit to keep the
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| Chop a couple fruit to keep the
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| Chop a couple fruit to keep the, chop a couple fruit to keep the
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| Chop a couple fruit to keep the
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| Couple dawgs fall back, little pause in the step
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| Chop a couple fruit to keep the sour levels fueled
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| Chop a couple fruit to keep the, chop a couple fruit to keep the
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| Chop a couple fruit to keep the
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| Chop a couple fruit to keep the, chop a couple fruit to keep the
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| Chop a couple fruit to keep the
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| Bathe back down in the filth of the bowl
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| Little hope do sit by the light of me soul and yet
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| Chop a couple fruit to keep the, chop a couple fruit to keep the
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| Chop a couple fruit to keep the
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| Chop a couple fruit to keep the, chop a couple fruit to keep the
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| Chop a couple fruit to keep the
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| Chop a couple fruit to keep the, chop a couple fruit to keep the
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| Chop a couple fruit to keep the
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| Chop a couple fruit to keep the, chop a couple fruit to keep the
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| Chop a couple fruit to keep the
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| Still, I roam through, steady in the mist
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| Couple dawgs fall back, little pause in the step
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| Chop a couple fruit to keep the sour levels fueled
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| Chop a couple fruit to keep the, chop, chop, chop
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| Chop a couple fruit to keep the, chop a couple fruit to keep the
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| Chop a couple fruit to keep the
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| Still, I roam through, steady in the mist
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| Couple dawgs fall back, little pause in the step
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| Still, I roam through, steady in the mist
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| Couple dawgs fall back, little pause in the step
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| Chop a couple fruit to keep the, chop, chop, chop, chop, chop, chop, chop
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| Still, I roam through, steady in the mist
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| Couple dawgs fall back, little pause in the step
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| Chop a couple fruit to keep the sour levels fueled
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| Chop a couple fruit to keep the, chop a couple fruit to keep the
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| Chop a couple fruit to keep the
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| Chop a couple fruit to keep the, chop a couple fruit to keep the
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| Chop a couple fruit to keep the
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| Couple dawgs fall back, little pause in the step
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| Chop a couple fruit to keep the sour levels fueled
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| Chop a couple fruit to keep the, chop a couple fruit to keep the
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| Chop a couple fruit to keep the
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| Chop a couple fruit to keep the, chop a couple fruit to keep the
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| Chop a couple fruit to keep the
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| Bathe back down in the filth of the bowl
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| Little hope do sit by the light of me soul and yet
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| Chop a couple fruit to keep the, chop a couple fruit to keep the
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| Chop a couple fruit to keep the
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| Chop a couple fruit to keep the, chop a couple fruit to keep the
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| Chop a couple fruit to keep the
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| By the lonesome, cloaked in all this mist
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| Hooded sort of caper just to cast a proper drift
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| See passive in the sense that all that catching ain’t legit
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| And, boy, I’m glad you find it silly how I scribble through the grit here
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| But that don’t, that don’t, that don’t seem to matter
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| As I platter up them jewels with not a hint left leading back, so
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| Rapidly I snag what left and salvage that I hold here
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| Mold clear cabbage keep me bloated in the gut
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| And roasted with the rudder steady angled in the dust
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| 'Cause not a anchor really breaded in the thought that I may stay long
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| So, I keep them same songs, whistled through the same logs
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| Piper with these mellies and a prophet in my own right
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| Though I slumber in the CaCo as I do
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| Just to watch the ceilings chisel with them pastel leaded hues
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| Chop a couple fruit to keep the sour levels fueled
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| Since this old cavern got me covered in an awful sort of fume here
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| Though I should bare with it till the moves clear
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| Whimsy in the step but way too swifty with the mood fare
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| And them squiggles steady shifting in the wind
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| Know 'bout too better then to step within the footing that I hop through
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| Now, oh, they watching keep me spotted when I drop dudes
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| Promise that I often bring the ruckus through them soft views
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| And diminish any plop to eye with wit
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| 'Cause second thoughts don’t sit too proper so reactions often slip
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| Now let us shift gears and settle in the midst
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| While them fellows see me meddle and flock off in all direct
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| I don’t mean to set the tick, I just proceed with this here trick
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| And gather all I wish to loathe with no regard of any soul here
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| And them squiggles steady shifting in the wind
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| Know 'bout too better then to step within the footing that I hop through
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| Now, oh, they watching keep me spotted when I drop dudes
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| Promise that I often bring the ruckus through them soft views
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| And them squiggles steady shifting in the wind
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| Know 'bout too better then to step within the footing that I hop through
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| Now, oh, they watching keep me spotted when I drop dudes
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| Promise that I often bring the ruckus through them soft views
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| Still, I’m trapped in this little grid with them
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| Pale eyes & some brittle lids see all this
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| Gold gum got that tealish fizz
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| While them witches still screech like the wheelie skids |