| If you don’t wanna go, we don’t need to go
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| We can stay behind late and watch the lights come up slow
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| And if you don’t wanna move, we can keep things still
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| Live a day in the life and write to ease out our ills
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| I can put the morning to light up the city, make the beat go round
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| Or we can bring it down
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| Slowly I got all you really need (I really do now)
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| Slowly way down low, to the first degree
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| Fly on high, ride on up, touch the tips of trees
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| We can move anyway you want, anyway you want is all good with me
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| Rock ‘round in the blaze, in the dark, while we banging our beats
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| Move in slow mode to get the feel off of the heat
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| Lights to the rain, I’m zone, I’m going in to get deep
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| Make a row as we go, writing notes as we’re cruising them streets
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| I can put the morning to light up the city, make the beat go round
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| Or we can bring it down
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| Slowly I got all you really need (I really do now)
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| Slowly way down low, to the first degree
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| Fly on high, ride on up, touch the tips of trees
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| We can move anyway you want anyway you want is all good with me
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| Key in the ignition and freedom is the mission plan
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| Feed them what they missing, when I’m spitting, come on, listen, man
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| And yes, it’s me I’m a rebel with flows
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| Destiny when I let it unfold, it’s inevitable
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| Effortlessly when I let go control
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| And submit to the higher purpose for the home and the zone
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| My soul is fully furnished in all earnestness
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| For the longest time I was embodied in worthlessness
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| And they deserved this gift
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| Reflecting as I’m running down the boulevard
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| I’m writing down these bully bars, fully armed to leave a check with bullet
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| scars
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| On the way out to Colombo, humble but ready to rumble
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| More flavor for this and Gumbo
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| Watching illusions can crumble and dissolve
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| Due to my new self and evolve as the wheels revolve
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| Steady make the beat go round, Christchurch to Motown we can bring it down
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| Slowly I got all you really need (I really do now)
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| Slowly way down low, to the first degree
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| Fly on high, ride on up, touch the tips of trees
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| We can move anyway you want anyway you want is all good with me |