| Reefer
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| Ya know, reefer madness
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| A city starved of fame, it’s the same old thang
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| Yes, lean with me, rock with me
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| Golden sodas, one to stock, one to rock
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| Yes it’s here that we announce this day of freedom
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| Charles Bronson, signing out
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| Here we go
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| I grew up on the East side, the Miami Beach side
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| Deep fried in greed life, clam bakes by the seaside
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| Tan legs wearing knee highs, sand shakes off them sweet thighs
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| Back in 99 when I was silver spoon fed
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| Pops had the Porsche, dollin' out the bread
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| Johns on the salsa, gun against his head
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| I got divorced ya, cold as a corpse
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| But there ain’t enough stamps in your passport for this crash course
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| I passed the class, now let’s fast forward
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| Blast from the grass out on the back porch
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| Cash in the dash, I went straight to the source
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| Quarts, call them escorts
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| I’ve been moving bodies like I’m using the force
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| Floating down the river like a water resort
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| Never coming back, never coming back
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| Magic City stuck in my head
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| Holding out for the Hollywood bride
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| My tongue gets heavier later on in the night
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| Here’s another one for the dinner plate eyes
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| My tongue gets heavier later on in the night
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| Holding out for the Hollywood life
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| My tongue gets heavier later on in the night
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| Here’s another one for the children of the times
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| My tongue gets heavier later on in the night
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| Tenacity, Susan
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| I’m a big, big believer in tenacity
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| (My tongue gets heavier)
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| I’m in love with you
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| It’s a real love
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| I know it
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| When I’m with you
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| It feels like I’m walking on electric air |