| Prejudice and fix them in their deaths
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| Let's smoke some sticks
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| You're a super diva bitch jumping out of figures
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| I'm making you so cabbage that they'll catch you in the cold
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| You know I only run fine
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| That I don't like stress
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| I adjust to vegan greens
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| It's natural not to have nausea
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| Just bud, do it, no leftovers
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| Future unsatisfied gardener
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| That I've never had enough
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| I want full, like at concerts and in a bag bro
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| Legalize so that we can be like the Euro
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| Like in Europe, how much people smoke
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| Leave all these cars on the road
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| You say I'm in Amsterdam
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| I spin a nail
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| And I light it on the square
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| With my Spartan brothers
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| You say I'm in Amsterdam
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| I spin a nail
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| And I light it on the square
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| With my Spartan brothers
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| I like that he always puts me in writing
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| And it makes me feel like a BMW
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| I jumped out of the oxide, but I caught it, I fired
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| I felt it in my lungs like a bass tube
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| I have the original Adidas in sight
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| I have the leaf on me, I wear it with pleasure
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| The Spartans are looking for my entourage
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| It's okay as long as it's not in weaning
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| I carry my luggage full
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| We come to the green mountain from there
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| Guess who's back?
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| The smart boy who burns the fool
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| We do nice and go to sleep
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| I run all day, I have to sleep at night
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| Logic tells him, but it's hard with the police
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| He won't be able to inject himself in the head
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| You say I'm in Amsterdam
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| I spin a nail
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| And I light it on the square
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| With my Spartan brothers
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| You say I'm in Amsterdam
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| I spin a nail
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| And I light it on the square
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| With my Spartan brothers |