| Uh-huh, yeah
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| Hands, lights, flames, phones
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| Hands, lights, flames, phones
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| Hands, lights, flames, phones
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| Hands, lights, flames
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| Hands, lights, flames, phones
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| Hands, lights, flames, phones
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| Hands, lights, flames, phones
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| Yo
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| Errr, excuse me, I’m just chillin' in my zone
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| Why you invadin' my space, actin' like a a-hole?
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| I trouble nobody, I’m mixin' music with my crow
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| Eyes closed, spaced out, shapes thrown, slow mo
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| Ridin' frequencies in heavenly scenes that’s unknown
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| Soul levitatin' out of my skin, can’t control
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| Imagination, freaky dimensions as time rolls
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| I’m pulled back to my shell, couple blinks, I’m like ohhh
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| Hands, lights, flames, phones
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| Hands, lights, flames, phones
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| Hands, lights, flames, phones
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| Hands, lights, flames
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| Mmmm
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| Anyone you want, anyone you rather
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| That-a what you show when you’re inner inner corner
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| Inner inner zone and no inner no drama
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| Inner soul glows, yeah, this a nirvana
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| Music-a flow, done know wha' gwarn ya
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| Everything lava, everything sauna
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| Vibes very high-a, no lie, me-a talk ya
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| Old-school times would have set off banana, na-na-na
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| 'Ey
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| Hands, lights, flames, phones
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| Hands, lights, flames, phones
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| Hands, lights, flames, phones
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| Hands, lights, flames
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| My species, 3D satellite
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| Mappin' on the flap
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| Hangin' from the back
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| Of the zoot I’m strappin'
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| Flip mode, post code, M7 016 though
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| Lettin' these pricks know rapid
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| Me and Inja, we go that far back
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| And keep watchin' your back
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| Don’t want to get caught lackin'
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| Backed in the corner, caught with no backin'
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| If you only spread love, then only love comes knockin'
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| Keep your heart pure because the core gets rotten
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| Watch for Shaitan because his forms change pattern
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| Let me just pattern
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| While they’re copyin' our ish it don’t flatter
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| Reputation in tatters
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| Cos believe me that none of this matters
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| Cos believe me that none of this matters
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| Let me just pattern
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| While they’re copyin' our ish it don’t flatter
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| Nah
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| Hands, lights, flames, phones
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| Hands, lights, flames, phones
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| Hands, lights, flames, phones
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| Hands, lights, flames |