| When the summer evenings
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| Turn to autumn nights
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| And that pretty little something
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| That caught your eye
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| Making something out of nothing
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| How we’re living our lives
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| Ayo this shit ain’t nothing new
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| We do this all of the time
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| Midnight
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| And the barman’s calling time
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| Ziggy Stardust
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| Starman
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| Born to shine
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| Billy can’t rust
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| Solid Gold
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| Solomon’s mine
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| With a scholarly mind
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| A rare vintage
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| One of a kind
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| While you’re a cheap imitation
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| Off the factory line
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| I let Havana Club
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| Splash on the lime
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| And unwind
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| While the Jazz play low
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| And smoke dance on the breeze
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| I make peace with the farmer
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| That harvest the seeds
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| I make peace with the Father
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| The Son and the Ghost
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| But the Mother and the Daughter
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| Yeah I love ‘em the most
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| I’m a spirit from another world
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| My body’s the host
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| I’m on some other shit
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| To what your propaganda promotes
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| When the summer evenings
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| Turn to autumn nights
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| And that pretty little something
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| That caught your eye
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| Making something out of nothing
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| How we’re living our lives
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| Ayo this shit ain’t nothing new
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| We do this all of the time
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| Trying to carve a path with this mic
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| With my target in sight
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| Been writing rhymes half of my life
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| Put my art in the light
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| The highs and lows
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| And the lowers
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| Put my heart in a vice
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| Watching bruddas imitating
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| Like it’s 'Stars in Their Eyes'
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| We feed into the deceit
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| So we’re part of the lies
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| I arrive
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| Partly me
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| And partly disguised
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| In the city
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| Partly depraved
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| And partly deprived
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| Real shit
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| Passing away
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| A parting goodbye
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| Watching breddas lost
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| Wondering where the answers could lie
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| Some are Googling
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| Some of us are asking the skies
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| Some are so hell bent
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| To put their palms on the prize
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| When they reach too short
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| Become dark in their eyes
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| No private spaces left
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| Need a mask for your mind
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| It’s the way vaster design
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| I mastered the rhyme
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| Watching the world spin
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| While I’m passing the time
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| Filling my page in
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| Printing bars on the lines
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| When the summer evenings
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| Turn to autumn nights
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| And that pretty little something
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| That caught your eye
|
| Making something out of nothing
|
| How we’re living our lives
|
| Ayo this shit ain’t nothing new
|
| We do this all of the time
|
| When the summer evenings
|
| Turn to autumn nights
|
| And that pretty little something
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| She caught your eye
|
| Making something out of nothing
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| How we’re living our lives
|
| Ayo this shit ain’t nothing new
|
| We do this all of the time
|
| When the summer evenings
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| Turn to autumn nights
|
| And that pretty little something
|
| That caught your eye
|
| Making something out of nothing
|
| How we’re living our lives
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| Ayo this shit ain’t nothing new
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| We do this all of the time |