| Yeah, chyeah, uh yeah
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| Heyyyea
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| Lofty yeay, chea
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| Young god yen 'bout to go in
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| Tokyo pimpin', esoteric wisdom
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| Lofty from within' without the resident
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| Comin' out the day where niggas live for sin
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| You ain’t got shit to lose no matter what you do
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| So why the fuck would I ever let you tell me what to do
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| It’s Tokyo pimpin', esoteric wisdom
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| Charging all my symbols, prayin' in a temple
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| Gazin' out the window, space ship, shape shift
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| Take a lift off of the surface of the planet
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| 8Bit goth hoes fuckin' with my pimpin'
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| Nerd quard cubed up, doing business
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| All my dogs draped in the same color, frisky
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| Reboot the PC, emailing this bitch
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| That bitch say she main bitch asian
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| International, motherfuck a fake pasion bitch
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| Smug Music
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| This is Smug God a.k.a. Xan Lord
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| Polo everyday down to the drawls
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| And pause because what I’m on
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| Slowmotion, purple potion
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| Yeah that sticky icky potent
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| Your bitch fuckin' with me and you know it
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| No, I ain’t flexin' but I like to blow it
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| Always seems throwed and I’m lost on a ocean
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| Amsterdam, coughin' and smokin'
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| Walking through the airport slowkey
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| Real love songs on
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| Cause my emotions can’t be put into words
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| Thought you can swerve
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| Cause you do not compare to her
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| Her hips, her thighs
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| And when I drink the you can see the hate in my eyes
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| The pain is minimized
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| And through my music yeah you read my mind
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| So nevermind
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| You’re behind, you better rewind
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| You’re just in time for the Smug Show
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| You’re just in time for the Smug Show
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| You’re just in time for the Smug Show |