| I struggle to form a sentence
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| As the words «I'm good!» |
| dripped out of my mouth
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| Barely making it past my teeth
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| Had I known this was my last statement
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| I would have attempted to put it more eloquently
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| The world as I knew it was slowly faded to black
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| As I fell into an infinite slumber!
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| If you see me in your city say, «What's up my Hippy?!»
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| See me in your city say, «What's up my Hippy?!»
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| I smoke that «killy»
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| See me in your city say, «What's up my Hippy?!»
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| Now I’m never goin to sleep again
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| Let’s turn this to a never ending evening
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| «Pants below his ass how did he get in?»
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| Good karma, I’m on the receiving end
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| Never growing up like Mr. Pan
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| Bumpin old school like the shows on TV Land
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| I’m warmin up but I don’t need a fan
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| You ain’t down with Rasta? |
| My gosh, hasta la vista man
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| Cuz I ain’t puttin this «grade A» out for nobody
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| You can do what you do just don’t do nothin to my party
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| I’m already a regular in favor, also a savior
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| I got my own flavor, I don’t do it nothin like your neighbor
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| But I’m sure you knew that
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| It’s impossible to keep a secret if you rap
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| Better not do that, give me every detail and make it juicy
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| Gotta tell the world about the movie, how you livin thoughtfully
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| How you keep it so groovy, let em let em know
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| If you see me in your city say, «What's up my Hippy?!»
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| See me in your city say, «What's up my Hippy?!»
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| I smoke that «killy»
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| See me in your city say, «What's up my Hippy?!»
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| All we do is roll around pull up to a different town
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| Winter, summer, stormin, we still got the windows down
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| Happy as a motherfucker, happy as a motherfucker
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| If you see me in your city say, «What's up my Hippy?!»
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| See me in your city say, «What's up my Hippy?!»
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| I smoke that «killy»
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| See me in your city say, «What's up my Hippy?!»
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| All we do is roll around, pull up to a different town
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| People yelling «Hallelujah!» |
| Yeah they lovin the different sound
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| The radio’s Great Depression will soon be ending
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| Once I leave my impression on adolescence
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| I’m just your type like the text that you sending
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| I said I meant it, I don’t need no edit
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| I get it, I get it. |
| Reinvent it, I don’t need any credit
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| Remember forget it
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| What was I saying?
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| Somethin bout my crew?
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| Cool
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| All we do is roll around pull up to a different town
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| (Don't act like you don’t see us now.)
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| (We're back!)
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| (It's lookin like Woodstock again my hippy)
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| If you see me in your city say, «What's up my Hippy?!»
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| See me in your city say, «What's up my Hippy?!»
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| I smoke that «killy»
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| See me in your city say, «What's up my Hippy?!»
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| If you see me in your city say, «What's up my Hippy?!»
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| See me in your city say, «What's up my Hippy?!»
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| I smoke that «killy»
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| See me in your city say, «What's up my Hippy?!» |