| Just like seasons change I bring rainfall
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| Or sunshine when it’s summer time, y’all
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| Or cold shoulders when it’s winter time, pa
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| Colors when it’s spring I seem to stand tall
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| Different time, different day, different way
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| The original way with subliminal breaks, instant plays
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| Good vibes like we on some Roy Ayers
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| Lady luck like we the Ohio Players
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| (Hey Quas I still see a lot of 'em sleeping)
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| They gotta just wake up
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| Mathematically putting it down, scientists of sound
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| Like chord changes switching around we got the illest sound
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| Top choice, low rate, no gate, high voice
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| It’s like we dipped the beat in water now we up on moist
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| Ain’t got no time for haters only loved ones
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| But don’t think we are all sweet you catch a mental shove
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| Speaking this language of music bringing harmony
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| You’re looking at me dirty thinking of ways of harming me
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| But anyway… |