| My hair was afro that close to the mirror
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| I had to pick my hair like this, yeah
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| When I ran and the wind would hit it, looked like I had a cape on
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| Juking, Hunter Thompson, histrionics, and music
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| Until time make you anhedonic
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| How soil look on the knees of a natural
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| Why would there be a key to this castle?
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| Rubbing a bromelin from out the Medina oil display
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| Ruby Yachty a most loyal brigade
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| Bait worm, dope all, haters learn through phone calls
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| Bartleby kneeling, bible leaf eating
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| Barnabas demo reel, arguing heaven is what you feel
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| Said he made the vision cloudy
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| You get paid back for all that doubting
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| It’s in how the limerick gets said
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| Reciting it off the picture in my head
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| Blue bugler envelope, I wear the beat like a stethoscope
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| And play my flugelhorn and learn my flank of attack
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| Be the, new negroes, it be them new negroes
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| It be them new negroes, it be them new negroes
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| It be them new negroes, it be them new negroes
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| It be them new negroes
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| I’m just floating, gliding, tipping, hoping I ain’t slipping
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| I’m just floating, gliding, tipping, hoping I ain’t slipping
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| I’m just floating, gliding, tipping, hoping I ain’t slipping
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| I’m just floating, yeah
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| When the calendar came unglued, challenger lube
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| Crude strut tightrope in night court with high hopes
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| Idealism’s eyesore, three letters on the high score
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| That’s G-O-D, paid on delivery, made a sinner of me, pricked foot
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| Gift horse hollow, bush bandit, mush phantom, shush tantrums
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| From who’s army? |
| All them freedoms seem bewildering
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| My own thoughts require filtering, and that’s just what it really is
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| MAWGs will hit you with a penance for what could’ve been
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| And we drift onward, I compliment her locks' ombre
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| All of this with the most high as my only sponsor
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| There’s a ruby in my forearm, right (right)
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| There’s a ruby in my forearm, right
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| I’m just floating, gliding, tipping, I’m just hoping I ain’t slipping
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| I’m just floating, gliding, tipping, hoping I ain’t slipping
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| I’m just floating, gliding, tipping, hoping I ain’t slipping
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| Floating, just floating
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| I’m just floating, gliding, tipping, hoping I ain’t slipping
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| I’m just floating, gliding, tipping, hoping I ain’t slipping
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| I’m just floating, gliding, tipping, hoping I ain’t slipping
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| I’m just floating
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| We gon' sparkle now |