| I’ve seen a friend go ride, you host away the peel
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| My leavin' bedroom for my carbon wheel
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| Joke mister, join the Navy, ain’t so sad in awe
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| Half of the jay gone century, cat the call
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| Toast no indee gone aim, no want to be a ray
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| She’s not afraid to fear more chaste with me
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| Ask not and you won’t find it, ride
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| Actin' like over gentry
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| Maybe you’re in hair
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| Ace like a big and hairy happy sad
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| Toast no indee gone aim, no want to be a ray
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| She’s not afraid to fear more chaste with me
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| Ask not and you won’t find it, ride |