| Uh, 1, 2
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| Turn my whole squad up in the monitor
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| Turn my hating ass self down low for a minute
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| Them visionary paths give that a little boost
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| I got some shit from the past you can put on mute
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| Little less two-faced fools
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| Little less talk in my ear I hear 'em through the spacesuit
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| A little more, more better
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| A little more juice than a grapefruit
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| Shout out to my toothpaste tube, I ain’t done squeezing
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| Sun beaming on my flesh while I blast by
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| In my pair of Clyde’s fresh like I’m paralysed
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| Paradigms I push up against like pantomimes
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| A little more handling mine, less scrolling through y’all business
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| Critics say «you don’t get it», I said it’s mutual
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| She said «I can’t wait to get it», I said it’s mutual
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| My brother said «I owe you», I said that’s love
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| Without you, wouldn’t make it past lunch
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| Let’s eat
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| Hoo, yoo
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| See how pretty that is? |
| That is really pretty
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| It cooks all together
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| I can put the lid on that in just a few mintues and
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| Let that steam, let that just steam and steam and steam
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| And people say «how do you cook rice so fluffy?»
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| Well, you let it steam, that’s how it gets fluffy like that
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| Let it steam for as long as I want to |