| Down in the juevas with the mid-time
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| Adjust in the basement with the de-ox
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| Smoking weed in the dark
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| Givin' the deal I’d lose myself to survive
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| What’s up, the illest, snap down and bang eye
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| I figured that the nail did ‘what was his life?'
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| The sexy done feel da dark in bright light
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| Feeling closed eyes, with the guiness in five
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| Strolling on the street with city bars and bars
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| Feeling drunk and drunk until they can see the stars
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| But nothing was wrong, and they knew they would go far
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| With still sipping, drinking at the bar
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| Where the bear was sexy and the women were cheap
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| And the boyz would get relanti with the fans in the Jeep
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| In the closet they got the girl with pretty simple needs
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| Watch morality PBS for them was obsolete
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| The 31st century song, the brushes in your eyes
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| Joggling so long
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| The fussling when I got it so wrong
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| Them bye bye girls almost must cried and get on
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| The telephone century brought down the wrong
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| With the gown shades and pouring thumb
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| Could make me sing that along
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| 31st century song
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| Changing economics, guns and electronics
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| Drugs and buying operations, thought the limb was super atomic
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| How they thought and not worth stopping
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| Building rockets to mend pockets
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| Find the truth how electricity came out supersonic
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| There’s a dire molecule selling the tropical
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| Act and love the country and the thought they love the Asian
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| Minding about the land they cannot waffle up
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| The politics to woppel, it makes me wanna blow up
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| Think the politicians topple
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| The 31st century song, the brushes in your eyes
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| Joggling so long
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| The fussling when I got it so wrong
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| Them bye bye girls almost must cried and get on
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| The telephone century brought down the wrong
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| With the gown shades and pouring thumb
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| Could make me sing that along
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| 31st century song |