| With that moonlight on your mind, you wonder what you’ll find
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| With the sunlight falling down, you gotsta find a sound
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| With that starlight in your eyes, you wanna find surprise
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| With the neon in your blood, you move to find your love…
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| (You heard me, Helen. Oh yeah.) To-night
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| Clear some space out, so we can space out.
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| Starlight, advance on your mind
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| Anticipation, excitements to climb
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| Information, choices and sensation
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| New rules you can play with
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| Blues: you can shake them
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| No predictable surprise, no sarcastic satires
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| Just ancient patient beings seeing it to it, you’ll get high
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| New off the space ship, dipped in punctuation
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| Oh what’s cracking, get your crew up with your do-up
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| It’s certain to be workin' when you flirtin' with it to us
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| And the kicks involved, the fix evolves, the mix revolves
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| Dilemma of this bitch ass cliché. |
| Rap’s gettin soft
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| The ghetto sound sprawl. |
| It bounce wall to wall
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| Enthrall us and ya’ll. |
| It’s music that chews up
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| This prove it, we dos it
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| You lose it, it’s crucial
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| All we do is answering the call to…
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| Clear some space out, so we can space out. |
| (4x)
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| I pushed away belt for dark blue.
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| Birds looking at me like, «Who are you cat?»
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| Hat tilted off my jewels with stars toothin';
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| Every word that come out my mouth just sparkles up
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| Nigga, I wish you would. |
| You wish you could
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| You think you should, but you don’t, and you won’t
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| You have another drink, stop and think
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| Look, you fucking with the crew to get that ship to sink
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| We don’t ra-ra in the club; |
| we dance, though
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| Take a chance. |
| You know that we gots to dazzle
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| They just clones tossing they own confetti
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| When the plush crush through, you just stay ready
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| I do it, be it, see it, feel it, and I free it
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| And the shit I pop is heated cause I love it and I mean it
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| So baby, let’s touch and agree:
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| Fucking with me, ain’t no telling what you gonna see…
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| (Yo doc, what you wearing, nigga?) To-night
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| (Shit, I’m dressing like I was at the Ali/Frasier fight.) Tonight
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| Clear some space out, so we can space out |