| You know I’ve been dealing sweetness
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| All these peaches hella seedless
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| And I’m the chosen fruit of Babylon
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| Under the Southern California palms
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| Your old timing is a sequence
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| Our numbers run into a completeness
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| When helicopter blades are winding outside now
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| Maybe a hurricane would shut the dome lights out
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| Cause nature is the realest
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| She doesn’t need my allegiance
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| I’m a buzz in her velvet battery
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| I’m the trust of her ancient anatomy
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| So I can dive the deepest
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| And chase the pearl below the beaches
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| And send you letters from machines in the dark blue
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| Twenty-thousand leagues of poetry about you
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| Baby feed me knowledge, something I can taste
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| I’m running out so, I’m coming down the stairwell
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| My dress is made of silk, trying not to sweat
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| Calling out your name, In the lobby of the hotel
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| And since everyone’s awake now
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| Well we might as well make a scene
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| Yeah since everyone’s awake now
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| You know I’ve been dealing sweetness
|
| All these peaches hella seedless
|
| And I’m the chosen fruit of Babylon
|
| Under the Southern California palms
|
| So I can dive the deepest
|
| And chase the pearl below the beaches
|
| And send you letters from machines in the dark blue
|
| Twenty-thousand leagues of poetry about you
|
| And since everyone’s awake now
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| Well we might as well make a scene
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| Yeah since everyone’s awake now |