| Oh word
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| Here I was thinking winter was cold, hmm
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| Believing in things like the pyramids are mad old
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| Here I was thinking all hearts pump red
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| Believing in things I do my thing
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| But even I couldn’t be played
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| Got my heart Saran-wrapped
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| Trying to save it for later, yea
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| Why would I put all my eggs in one basket?
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| Turn on the news
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| You should’ve heard dude
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| My world view smashed to pieces
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| I been under deep depression
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| Sun is hot, yeah
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| Spread my wings when I learned it’s not
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| Oh word (Oh word?)
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| It’s my bad
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| You be on that bullshit
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| That just ain’t my bag
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| Oh word
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| Guess I was just surfing on the surface of the Earth
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| Guess I just assumed water been blue
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| Took it dip then I realized that shit’s see-through
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| We looking at the leaves on a tree
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| But how we gonna disagree on the fact them shit’s is green?
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| Now are we gon' see eye to eye?
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| Laying on the ground
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| You say you feeling like we standing on the ceiling
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| How we gon' see eye to eye?
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| When I say, «Peep that cloud!»
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| Don’t it look like a dinosaur?
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| You said that’s a Honda Accord
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| Oh word (Oh word?)
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| It’s my bad
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| You be on that bullshit
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| That just ain’t my bag
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| Oh word
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| Guess I was just surfing on the surface of the Earth
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| Oh word (Oh word?)
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| It’s my bad
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| You be on that bullshit
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| That just ain’t my bag (Oh no)
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| Oh word
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| Guess I was just surfing on the surface of the Earth |