| Oooohhh… yeaaahhh…
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| You’re living in your zooone…
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| Ohhhh-ooohh… comes through on nights like this… yyeah
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| Yo… soon as the sun sets (Nah-nah)
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| Soon as the Earth’s side reflects the light (Nah, nah, nah)
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| Soon as the sun sets my part of the Earth on its backside
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| Sayin you can call it a night
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| I get a rush like a bird’s eye view of the city at the clock-die
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| When the street lights ignite
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| Cuz by then I’m getting gamblin out of the greed
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| It seems easy as the 1 to the 1 to the 3 times 3
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| I know a man that know a man that know the author
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| That sent a ripple through time
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| To let me know the author was me
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| I write my own rhyme book of vignettes
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| Autobiological and I ain’t done yet
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| The sun set means sun rise on the other side of things
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| Showing you equalities, so follow me to the lead
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| Together we can set our speed, reignite the seeds
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| You know how many had to bleed just so you could read?
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| Fuck weed, what you need, is a night like this
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| To put things in perspective
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| The sights before you, 1 before 2
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| It’s simple as old before new
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| So if you frontin like you knew before you knew
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| Welcome back to what’s true
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| When you’re in your zooone
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| As if you’re all aalooone
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| It’s just that conscious lives…
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| Comes through on nights like thiiiss
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| Yeah… nights like this, I don’t wish for rain drops
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| No need to anticipate
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| My words hold enough weight to make it percipitate
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| The baron I fertilize, the crooked I set em straight
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| In simulcast, watch me hold it down and levitate my mindstate
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| From Florida to Washington, from Cali to Maine
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| From a state of frustration that’ll make you complain
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| To a state of calm where you can enjoy the rain
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| From the sight, to the sound, to the feel, to the taste
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| To the place where you know you can set your own pace
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| Enter at your own reward
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| It’s called knowledge of self
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| Leave without it, you won’t leave a trace in the stars
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| No matter who you are, no matter what you got
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| No matter what you will or what you’re not
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| No matter over mind, son, it’s mind over matter
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| So never mind the chatter at the bottom of the ladder
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| That’s the bottom of the 8th, let the bottom feeders hate
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| Feed the love to the babies, not the love of Mercedes
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| But the love of a night like this
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| Filled with cool peeps, chilled drinks and life lessons
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| Cuz as soon as the sun sets you know you’re back to the Earth
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| There won’t be hours put into seconds for second guessin
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| Four legs, two legs or three legs, why spend the last leg pissed?
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| When you can spend it on nights like this
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| When you’re in your zooone
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| As if you’re all aalooone
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| It’s just that conscious lives…
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| Comes through on nights like thiiiss
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| When you’re in your zooone
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| As if you’re all aalooone
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| It’s just that conscious lives…
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| Comes through on nights like thiiiss
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| Comes through on nights like this… |