| Chilling in a tie dye sky
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| Answering questions like why, why, why, why, why
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| And I do one, 0121
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| To the rising sun
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| Chilling in a tie dye sky
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| Answering questions like why, why, why, why, why
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| And I do one, 0121
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| To the rising sun
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| Runaway, runway in a 108
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| Pitchfork got it custom made
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| Tuck my shirt, but don’t tuck my chain
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| I got the pack, never underweight
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| Sunny boys like a summer day
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| Moon rock make me suffocate
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| Please do not resuscitate
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| Cool off, it’s nothing mate
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| I’m at dinner with three women, double date
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| I see the rain drops on the stained glass
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| Wake up in the morning, morn of a days passed
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| You can see the pain through the face mask
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| Wondering why the trees are so green in the graveyard
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| Chilling in a tie die sky
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| Yeah you know I live the high life, hi hi bye
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| Then I’m long gone, I ain’t in Hong Kong but I’m overseas like
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| Wish I was smoking cheese
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| I want to some rizine or some OCB’s
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| Feeling like so OAPs but still thuggy
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| Feeling like ODB, I’m still a youngin
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| Still got time to get it in, let’s begin
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| Commit all the seven sins
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| Bumping rock Mars, that’s that '76
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| Reminisce in my chair like I’m 76, sweg
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| Chilling in a tie dye sky
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| Answering questions like why, why, why, why, why
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| And I do one, 0121
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| To the rising sun
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| Chilling in a tie dye sky
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| Answering questions like why, why, why, why, why
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| And I do one, 0121
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| To the rising sun
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| Sitting at the bar, the image of a palm tree
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| Burnt into my brain, I learnt to be insane
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| I see the rain drops splash on the cracked glass
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| I didn’t get the joke but I’m happy to laugh last
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| Sand blast, the past fast, then crash
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| I slowly walk into tomorrow, ignorant of sorrow
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| Borrow your ears, hush child swallow your tears
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| Bite the bullet with hollow veneers, cheers
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| Ignore your peers, forge careers
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| Keep pouring beers 'til you wake up in forty years, like
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| Okay now what son?
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| Even though it’s not fun
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| You gotta keep going 'til the jobs done
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| Or at least that’s what the pamphlet said
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| Now you’re 60 with a timeshare, chilling in the hot sun
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| With white hair, and a beg of meds
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| At the edge of the pool with the regrets of a fool
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| Wait, you just spaced out, you’re still 20
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| There’s still time to commit crimes and spill Henny
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| On the street, for the death of the youth, you’re not gonna be
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| Free your chi and find yourself in the wrong company
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| Chilling in a tie dye sky
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| Answering questions like why, why, why, why, why
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| And I do one, 0121
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| To the rising sun
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| Chilling in a tie dye sky
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| Answering questions like why, why, why, why, why
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| And I do one, 0121
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| To the rising sun |