| Life flows my way
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| Talking about my love for the ladies
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| (Surfing the illest waves)
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| Life flows asway
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| Talking about my love for the ladies
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| Life shows my way
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| (Only the true sanity)
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| Talking about my love for the ladies
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| Life glows our play
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| (Stones and graves)
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| Talking about my love for the ladies
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| (Explain)
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| A1 silhouettes
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| Little rag Corvettes, my will is set
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| Oh to chill or sweat
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| Is it thrills or bills or jets
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| Floating on the wings of fate
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| I intoxicate
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| Gracefully luxuriate
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| The bees congregate
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| Just thee in me natural state
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| They know that I appreciate
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| A birthday cake
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| Dream and imaginate
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| My intention bears no fruits of lust
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| Been to chance I pour my trust
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| Delicious phases gorgeous touch
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| So what no one dream is enough
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| Intelligence self-replicates
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| Ashen is a wilderness
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| Towards roundness is my glance’s gaze
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| Deities, effeminence
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| These paradigms
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| They shine, look very fine
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| Lit up the lie
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| It’s the same every time you see things
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| Life flows my way
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| Talking about my love for the ladies
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| Life flows asway
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| Talking about my love for the ladies
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| Life shows my way
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| Talking about my love for the ladies
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| Life glows our play
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| Talking about my love for the ladies
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| Wading across the moonlight sky in chrome
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| It’s a name only the lucky ones have known
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| Inside this the gold in me got throne
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| Crowned curls, my t-shirt, other nightgown
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| A cue to even her sliced sounds
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| Getting close, deeper down
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| Have you ever tossed at love?
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| Played the game and tried to touch
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| To that one showed all your stuff
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| Moved that you was thinking of
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| Acting wild and drinking up
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| Apples we were eating of
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| Seasons they was fleeting us
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| And making plans and meeting up
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| Life flows my way
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| Talking about my love for the ladies
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| Life flows asway
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| Talking about my love for the ladies
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| Life shows my way
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| Talking about my love for the ladies
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| Life glows our play
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| Talking about my love for the ladies
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| Thus I’m so inclined
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| Plus I flow in time
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| In the golden mines
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| But the golden mind
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| Facing to the sky
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| With the watchful eye
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| I want life a lot
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| Time is passing by
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| Plus I miss my mom
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| Passion is so strong
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| Strung of gorgeous cord
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| It won’t self absorb
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| It’s gonna sink and soar
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| I don’t think I’m sure
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| Instinct shall prevail
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| Deep inside the well |