| Another Saturday of love, I love how this felt
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| I hear Cudi playin' in the pool, let’s turn it up
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| Little dude, we don’t fuck with interviews
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| Not about to tell 'em what I didn’t do
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| She left through the bathroom window
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| And I just find the city in the swimming pool
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| It’s the sun bouncin' off of the pool
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| It’s the cloud of smoke wherever we move
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| It’s the merry pranksters and Trippy Summer crew (Hey, Lucy! You wavy)
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| I know it’s hot but we keepin' it cool
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| It’s the sun bouncin' off of the pool
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| It’s the cloud of smoke wherever we move
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| It’s the merry pranksters and Trippy Summer crew
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| I know it’s hot but we keepin' it cool (Cool, cool, cool, cool)
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| You know what it is, you know who we are
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| You know what it is, you know who we are (You know my chakras)
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| You know what it is, you know who we are (at Minneapolis)
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| You know what it is, you know who we are (Lindero boys)
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| The summer days
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| My golf cart, that Lucy called, but I’m on my way
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| Quick jumpstart then my heart drowns, when she was callin' me
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| But the way that swimsuit hugs your body, it can’t wait (Summertime,
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| she never been to the city at night)
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| The game’s over, the Range Rover’s Parked outside with a watch in it Daytona
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| Denali right beside me, we takin' over
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| We poolside, 818 sippin', we hangover
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| There’s snakes in the sprinkler fresh grass but I’m King Cobra
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| There’s copious things that I couldn’t cope with but I’m cuttin' corners
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| Imagination borderless so there’s lotta things that I’m bored of
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| Pink clouds fly above your house, yeah, I love your disorder
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| I just wish I woulda knew all these colors before us
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| It’s the sun bouncin' off of the pool
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| It’s the cloud of smoke wherever we move
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| It’s the merry pranksters and Trippy Summer crew (Hey, Lucy! You wavy)
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| I know it’s hot but we keepin' it cool
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| It’s the sun bouncin' off of the pool
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| It’s the cloud of smoke wherever we move
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| It’s the merry pranksters and Trippy Summer crew
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| I know it’s hot but we keepin' it cool (Cool, cool, cool, cool)
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| You know what it is, you know who we are
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| You know what it is, you know who we are
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| You know what it is, you know who we are
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| You know what it is, you know who we are
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| I feel obligated to slip into pocket and spit knowledge
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| When I’m not, stargazing or bar-raising, I’m playing guitar for prisons in Haiti
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| I’m sunset chasin', it’s wavy baby
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| Best set up in the basement, if they talkin' crazy
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| We can go give 'em somethin' amazin'
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| I seen it between the matrixes
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| They still riddled on the basic shit
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| Like girls fragrances and federal reserve
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| Don’t go inheriting shackles on the vernacular
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| Ancient batteries burried in Africa
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| History cappin', it’s been ass backwards
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| I just saw a Pterodactyl
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| The whole world’s fractal you can see it if you tactical
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| The summer days
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| My golf cart, that Lucy called, but I’m on my way
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| Quick jumpstart then my heart drowns, when she was callin' me
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| But the way that swimsuit hugs your body, it can’t wait (Summertime,
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| she never been to the city at night)
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| I’m on the way, I was conversatin' with sunflowers
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| You are, you light up the room, girl, you are
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| Speakin' in codes like it’s QR
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| Boys lookin' at the moon
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| So what, I rather be in Exuma’s
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| I might sing about you too much (I might sing about you too much)
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| Same one, but this one is newer
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| (Still singing in my room)
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| London, poppin' up, I had a bottle of somethin'
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| The uni kids thought I was buggin' (Poker face)
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| Face painted blue and I love it
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| I didn’t have a clue
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| What I wanted
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| Fears, man, I had to confront 'em
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| Turns out they didn’t want nothin' (Didn't want nothin')
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| But I will be callin' your bluff
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| Your shit is bad and it’s comin' (Fuck)
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| Sunflowers
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| Get covered by the rain, shower
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| I’ma let you over six hours
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| Ridin' to you from the hills, just a rusty cowboy |