| Dance machine in the brown
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| Juicy lips watchin' glow
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| In the sauce, ah
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| I cried with Mooch at papi’s wake
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| Snuck an extra slice of cake
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| When the pigs came round to make their case
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| I looked 'em dead up in they face
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| I never heard of none of that
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| Soon’s I win, let’s run it back
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| I run on feelings, fuck your facts
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| Deception is the truest act
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| With poise I twirl the bluest slack
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| Dougie hold the ooh-est sacks
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| I danced a move to play the back
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| I dipped she asked him «Who was that?»
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| (I ain’t showed off,
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| I just showed up
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| Greet my peoples, fill they cup
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| Transmit heat on pillows plush
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| I mean it though, I lean and flow
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| I gleam and glow, I’m clean
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| And oh you bet ya that I get it bro
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| Inside the glow just not for show
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| Green beans, purples, indigo
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| Catchy yes but trendy no
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| Never finished scheming though
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| That’s beneath Barbara Jean’s offspring
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| With po, I never seem to know
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| (Gunbeats comprise arsenal)
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| Up or don’t toss it all (Up or don’t toss it all)
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| Up or don’t toss it all (Up or don’t toss it all)
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| Yeah, up or don’t toss it at all
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| Philosophy is cruelty in
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| Both musically and bitch-wise too
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| I lost the best beat that I had
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| Now my heart just smash and dash
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| War inside I catch a cab
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| It pouring out, I’m to the left
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| These robots grant us internet
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| Program racist sequences
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| Don’t compare my beat with his
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| He ain’t from these streets, he’s slid
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| I’m free, shit you know I’m free, nigga, I’m free
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| Yeah, you know I’m free, shit, I’m free
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| To be enslaved to all these things I can’t escape
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| Trapped inside imagination tickling at my face
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| You know I’m free, bitch you know I’m free
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| Baby girl, I’m free, yeah, you know I’m free
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| Free to chain my will onto the wings of my instinct
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| And wander round this box I’m inextricably linked
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| You know I’m. |
| free, I’m free, I’m free
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| Shit you know I’m free, that’s right I’m free
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| To make consume to catch the stuff that holds me down
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| To capture my desires fashion out of this a crown
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| You know I’m free, shit you know I’m free
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| Pig, you know I’m free (?) I’m super free
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| Free to fill my smiles up with these tears that I forgot
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| And haunt myself besides these pretty ghosts that float my heart
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| You know I’m free
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| Thou Shalt.
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| Bask in the light of my phone screen glow
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| Thumbs realize everyone I know
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| Freedom’s cold newest episode
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| Yeah one more smile and we’re undertow
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| Let’s go, let’s go, let’s go, let’s go
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| Put minds in for a fresher world
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| Old school hood nigga, press and curl
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| Eyes like moons when I kiss my girl
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| Get lucked out, wish I was in Africa
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| Konjo, Konjo, Konjo, Konjo, Konjo |