| Hiking in the sun the happiness that you mourn
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| You know the kids still dance, so we supply all the songs
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| If I’m wrong, you hit the superman like Soulja at war
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| You grew your hair an inch longer for the clerk at the store
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| Growing up man, Pokémons in book bag
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| Can’t you believe it if the panties never soaking
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| You said Jesus made sense to the chosen
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| If I’m wrong, the shell’s stuck beneath the sides that you’re on
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| To choose the quickest solution don’t equate to your flaws
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| I know my black hearts sinking to the bottom of soles
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| I know my cheese stinks sitting by your highness in vogue
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| Ch-Ch-Chicken Little, who you telling secrets to, bro?
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| The pain made a new summer where the vegetables grow
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| We get it on (Yeah), do the grown stuff, now play with this sword (Okay)
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| You know what I’m saying
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| Twistin' indica while the sunrise
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| Sticky like the rain in the summer
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| Twilight in the blunt and I’m gone flyin'
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| Way up high where the kites stream away
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| Cloudy in my truck sitting dumb high
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| I know I’m gonna see the golden light of day-ay, oh-oh-oh, yeah
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| The power you’ve given me
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| The crack of dawn sweet cheer to the clipped wing
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| The planes fly and we the youngest in the stampede
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| To climb the slippery slope a decade old of doing me
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| L-L-Look, I got the black man balled in my fist
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| You laugh now, cry later, just empower the kids (Empower the kids)
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| Growing pains, monsters all under my bed
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| Sweats when you sweating me, you looking real cute
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| You got a dimple under eyes, I bet you never knew
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| You look the thickest I’ve seen since the last time
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| Got us tickets for the show by the alibi
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| And all the things, all the things, all the days that we scorned
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| I can fly, I’m a dove, I’m a butterfly, yo (Yo)
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| I’m a butterfly, yo, fuck (Yeah-yeah)
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| Twistin' indica while the sunrise
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| Sticky like the rain in the summer
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| Twilight in the blunt and I’m gone flyin'
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| Way up high where the kites stream away
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| Cloudy in my truck sitting dumb high
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| I know I’m gonna see the golden light of day-ay, oh-oh-oh, yeah
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| It’s inadequate, this elaborate floral display
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| They paid for bad habits, gaul and moral decay
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| To say what’s unforgiveness, it’ll all go away
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| Lay a plot to book a yacht out on the water today, porque
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| Is it so compelling, the rebel with all the yelling?
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| Now it’s overwhelming, you’re swelling melon, bruh, who you telling?
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| Dumb lust overflowing in love stuff, hush
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| Heart crushed like a bag of dust, bum rush
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| Black beanie, freak out at night like Whodini
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| Creep out the back and
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| Who coulda seen a G, easily, blue weenie
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| She couldn’t dig it if it was too teeny
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| Bless her with the kundalini and plus the zucchini
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| Always been a plan to mush a heart melt, bird
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| It takes a steady hand to push these heartfelt words
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| I heard you heard, trapped in delirium
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| Thoughts of a queen to throw off your equilibrium
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| A few jokes, but the underlying fact goes
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| It’s still a ray of hope to live happily ever after though
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| Disaster’s what I asked her for
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| Now we stuck like plaster, yo, I has to go
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| Twistin' indica while the sunrise
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| Sticky like the rain in the summer
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| Twilight in the blunt and I’m gone flyin'
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| Way up high where the kites stream away
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| Cloudy in my truck sitting dumb high
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| I know I’m gonna see the golden light of day-ay, oh-oh-oh, yeah |