| Sitting in the park with a walkman on nodding my neck hard
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| And pardon me, I didn’t see you there
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| Thank god for the gift of midriff driftin' by
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| Catch a whiff and get high on a spliff, yes I
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| I’m talking better than dope and I really like dope
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| And so it must be good, could it get any better?
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| Shoulda set the sun off with a nice cool breeze
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| To ease the sweet smell of sweat run off, so please come off
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| You feel me like a breeze blowing, sitting under trees writing
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| Liking, looking out at the seas and fallen leaves
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| And breathing in the change of season, I don’t even need a reason
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| To be boozing when I’m cruising, as long as shit is pleasing
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| I love seeing the sun coming into my cave
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| And still crave the haze and find so many ways to misbehave
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| See the Josh did, done that and still caught the sunset
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| Drunk as fuck screaming, «Are we having fun yet?»
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| See the Josh did, done that and still caught the sunset
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| Drunk as fuck screaming, «Are we having fun yet?»
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| Another say, another dollar, wanna play? |
| Give me a holler
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| Let’s get faded on the bottle and forget about tomorrow
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| Let’s create a song of sorrow, how we always need to borrow
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| Loot to get loose, who gives a fuck about tomorrow?
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| Look out on the water and watch the sun setting
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| You can smell the rum and coke
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| And you can see that some forgetting
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| Come the summer ends in smoke, soaking up all them rays
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| It’ll end in autumn leaves, smoking trees on rainy days
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| The greens of today are the browns of tomorrow
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| And yesterday’s sorrow is the legacy we follow
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| In the yesteryear’s, the X amount of beers
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| We quenched our fears with
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| Were forgotten like so many friends
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| We went and spilled our tears with
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| To me the seas are calling, see I’ve fallen into love
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| With ska, dub and the dope dancehall
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| It seized me by the collar and it hollered
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| You’ve been mollycoddled long enough
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| Are you man enough? |
| Are you strong enough?
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| The world is yours but you’re divorced from it
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| So close to the top and you haven’t seen the summit
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| Been talking and dreaming for so long and ain’t done it
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| When the prey becomes the predator
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| The dream becomes the hunted
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| Another say, another dollar, wanna play? |
| Give me a holler
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| Let’s get faded on the bottle and forget about tomorrow
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| Let’s create a song of sorrow, how we always need to borrow
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| Loot to get loose, who gives a fuck about tomorrow?
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| Man, I’m missing sitting, kissing, talking shit, and pissing wine
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| Getting sunk feeling, remember reeling drunk and drooling time
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| On life, I’m buzzing nicely, maybe it might be caused
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| By laws that aren’t likely to have teeth, let alone jaws
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| Each and every leech that has a cause is always preaching
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| A one-sided thesis that comes from flawed teaching
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| Smoking pot to pass the time, what a crock I’m past my prime
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| But where’s the clock that’s telling time
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| When I’m the rock that time forgot
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| Not ready to go steady, not into the petty
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| The pity parties and confetti, I been there already
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| I can be your man if you’d only understand
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| That I can’t be held down by nothing just yet
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| I don’t care about the money, shit, I wanna live right too
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| But one plus one equals none left for me to like you
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| If you want it, you got it, you break it you bought it
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| You thought it would be cool to play the fool
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| You’ve been spotted
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| If you want it, you got it, you break it you bought it
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| You thought it would be cool to play the fool
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| You’ve been spotted
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| Another say, another dollar, wanna play? |
| Give me a holler
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| Let’s get faded on the bottle and forget about tomorrow
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| Let’s create a song of sorrow, how we always need to borrow
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| Loot to get loose, who gives a fuck about tomorrow? |