| they got no idea what i’m bout to do
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| living in this world aint nothing absolute
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| find me smokin on that tropical fruit
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| everyday you know its true
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| bonafied with the flow that i’m knocking i’m talking a whole lotta real shit
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| chakras are open the energys potent i’m floatin right up to the ceiling
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| puffin on a couple and i’m feeling really buzzed right now but you know that i
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| gotta get you open
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| the angels from heaven are blessing the music, so wet, its soakin
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| na i’m not joking, the water is rising
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| a dream was born on the ocean sun died on the horizon
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| a festival of fetishes stay fly just like a pegasus
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| on that cosmogenesis electric with the sentences
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| pentagrams and weed grams
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| i’m wavy as a seaclam
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| this iphones a tin can
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| viewed through the 23 cam
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| fusion anomoly cruising and using the rythym and music in harmony
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| true to the form true to the abstract true to the game, got that anarchy
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| get into the center of the universe riding on a cyber wave
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| staying high surfing on the information highway
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| mama always told me lying was a bitter sin
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| and its cold like living in the winter wind
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| post modern dystopian citizen
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| painting a fucking picture of oblivion
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| in a manner and a fashion that is dapper duke
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| when i’m smoking on the sticky call it passion fruit
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| zoom |