| Higher flier, angel’s wings we drive
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| My destination, Happy Ville
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| Money spent on refreshments to cool my temperature
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| A fine wine or two, sweet food for my mind song
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| The coolest music to swing to
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| Jamming out tunes that remind me of you
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| My pockets lined with gold, I sold the old to reflect
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| The new tune on my stereo, blow, flow
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| Tasting sweet dreams caresses me, tried a new style
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| Wow, lost the vibe while I was in denial
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| Took a bad trip, slip, flip, shook my ego
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| I shouldn’t let it get me down son
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| I need to just live a little, play some fun games
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| With sisters with no names, stories told in street lingo
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| Understandable by some friends, I have none
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| Brothers and sisters under the same old sun
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| Naked to the devil’s deviants, we show a blind eye
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| We need no one to spoil our adventures of books
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| Marked at chapter one
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| Underlined 'Ravings of Polynesia'
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| Lingo with the Gringo, I’m in Lingo with the Gringo
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| Lingo with the Gringo, I’m in Lingo with the Gringo
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| Lingo with the Gringo, I’m in Lingo with the Gringo
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| Lingo with the Gringo
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| Lingo with the Gringo, I’m in Lingo with the Gringo
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| Lingo with the Gringo, I’m in Lingo with the Gringo
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| Lingo with the Gringo, I’m in Lingo with the Gringo
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| Lingo with the Gringo |