| Open up my eyes
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| Another day has dawned and I’m so thankful it arrived
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| Cause they say nothing’s promised in this world of borrowed time
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| So live each day like you may get another ride
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| And enjoy the air supply
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| I stretch up at the sky
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| And shoot a glance across the room
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| To check up on my dimes
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| I got enough to fly around the block a couple times
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| Plus the gas just dropped down
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| To like two twenty-five
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| So we can ride, ride, ride.
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| And just coast
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| Took off the doors and kept the sun
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| Exposed on my jeep
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| Due south, southern shores
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| Ninety miles from my peeps
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| Palm trees, feel the heat
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| Stop at Shiver’s to eat
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| Cruisin' Dixie puffin' weed until the end of the street
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| Just like we like it
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| It’s a high ride smokin' the breeze
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| Whatcha say we headin' down until we crashin' the reefs
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| Decompressing blissfully
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| Just like the bird’s in the Keys
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| And lay my body in the tiki huts
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| For drinks at the cheap
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| Ride over bridge’s for mile’s long
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| Baby tell me is this the farthest that you’ve gone?
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| Gotta feelin' we’re headin' somewhere we can get lost
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| Couple hours away but the drive is the best part
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| Never speeding we coastin' approachin' the southern barge
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| And happy to get away for a second to just recharge
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| First I’m hittin' the strip for a sip of something that’s hard
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| And after probably end up singin' this song
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| La da dada da
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| We just coastin'
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| We just coast
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| We just coastin'
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| La da dada da
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| We just coastin'
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| We just coast
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| We just coastin'
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| We just coast.
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| Co-oh-ooh, Co-woo-oh
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| Co-oh-ooast, Co-oh-ooh
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| We just coast
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| Co-oh-ooh, Co-woo-oh
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| Co-oh-ooast, Co-oh-ooh
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| We just coast
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| Open up my eyes
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| Another day has dawned and I’m so thankful it arrived
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| Cause they say nothing’s promised in this world of borrowed time
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| So live each day like you may get another ride
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| And enjoy the air supply
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| I stretch up at the sky
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| And shoot a glance across the room
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| To check up on my dimes
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| I got enough to fly around the block a couple times
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| Plus the gas just dropped down
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| To like two twenty-five
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| So we can ride, ride, ride.
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| Against the tidal rival psycho for life
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| Feel the breeze comin' from seas
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| That I’ve been dying to strike
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| Mindin' the Mayans I’ve been seekin' sirens
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| Guidin' the light
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| And everybody in my circle has been vibin' tonight
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| That’s just the usual
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| Casual clothing, suitable
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| Silk worm, beautiful
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| Rappin' up in a mood that will
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| Take the stress to it’s funeral
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| Shhiiit, I need to be free
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| Even if it’s not just all I thought it would be
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| So give me shouts out to all the people who can finally breathe
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| And those who dream themselves to get up out of the streets
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| Don’t complain about mirages and the evils that lurk
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| 'Cause they just want you to be racin' till your lone heart burst
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| I know some people from the game that never stopped to rebuild
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| I know some friends that always beefin' and never stop to just chill
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| I know this life can be about anything and all that but peace at the most
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| I’m hopin' we can block it out and just coast
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| Life can be but a cruel joke
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| But it’s less cruel, and more of a joke
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| When you’re in a good bar
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| Cheers! |