| Whenever party over tell the rest of the crew
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| And next up check the set ones and the twos
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| Professional mic, needle spike, we SP is
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| Peeling like
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| Cheeba fever need a light
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| T Twice take it easy and see ya, my peeps
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| Call me G Rice
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| I meet a señorita
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| I’m leaving peace to Goser Who got my back
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| At shows a
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| He and the soldiers, is up in the scene till it
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| Closes
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| So until we chill again its adios
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| And we spill into the road with her body close
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| Walking home she ask me if I’m happy
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| He glad he not alone but melancholy actually
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| It never ends does it, and even then dread
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| That when it does I haven’t done shit
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| Looking up, drunk, wonderin my one wish isn’t
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| Comin, so another sun will my lungs grip
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| They said they had a symbol
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| A shooting star
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| I’m sitting at the window
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| Oh my cooling heart
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| Moon just a pinhole
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| Senorita: What are you doing in the dark?
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| I’m doing my part on this blue gin, duke on a
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| Lark
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| Crooning in his suicidal art
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| Mood
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| Muse
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| Who am I to harp through?
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| Gloom sharper than a sharktooth |