| but I don’t know why, why, why
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| I just seen a martian right off Martin Luther King
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| Said his lover crap just caught a flat, like, bitch, just fix the streets
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| That’s why I hate comin' down to earth, I can’t do shit with a
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| Told him, «Soon as I graduated high school, I want my degree,» hm
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| Soon as I choose him and I do me, I got my wings
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| And it came with celery, that broccoli, asparagus
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| Off two glasses like a pair of geese
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| Laughin', I’m livin' in a parody
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| Maggot like burnin', got a pair of freaks, uh, uh
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| Okay, shit, huh,
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| the clock on a duck, swervin'
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| Not a nigga in my lunch
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| Shoot him up, turn his shirt into a jersey
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| Nah, I’m playing, I could do it with my hands
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| The booty-booty-booty bouncin' on me perfect
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| Gotta ju-ju-ju-ju-jump it like Irving
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| And she know a lot of magic, made her discipline, traffic
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| I’ma have to go take the Excursion, 'cause I like that shit
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| Maybe we shouldn’t be getting this high (High)
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| Fuck it, I wanna just jump to the sky (Sky)
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| Roll up, I shouldn’t
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| but I don’t know why, why, why, why
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| I just seen a martian right off Martin Luther King |