| Skipping rocks on this Pebble Beach
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| Rolling marijuana leaves
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| Staring through this blue dream
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| Trying to formulate this piece of mind into a speech
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| Alone, but these snakes leech
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| Trying to wrap (rap) around my ideas
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| I’m just trying to wrap (rap) around my mind’s fears, blind tears
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| You can’t see the pain, but your ears hear
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| Everything my heart shares
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| I’m just trying to part here (part hair)
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| So I sit and spark here
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| Smoking till I’m numb, yeah
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| Really, I just want the pain to go
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| Money, I ain’t aiming fo'
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| I just wanna lay low
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| Farm house, stable
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| Chevy with them fo' 27's
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| When I’m revving (reverend), hear them angels
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| I’m like they screaming through my songs
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| My testimony shows, I rose
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| Through the rumble, never crumble
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| Held my head and stayed humble
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| Never did I succumb to
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| That fake ish, I run through
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| Right down to Sally’s Garden and sit comfortable
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| She loves me, she loves me not…
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| Walking through, picking all these roses
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| Dreaming of Ferrari Testarossas
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| And '76 Chevy Roadsters
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| Like the ones on my bedroom posters
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| Right next to the pin-ups and the toasters
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| My dream wasn’t Oprah’s
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| I just want the normal life
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| Shoot guns with a pretty wife
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| But that life
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| No longer isn’t sitting right
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| I can’t sleep at night
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| It’s been that way for years
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| My life’s been on cruise control
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| It’s time I switch gears
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| Sally’s Garden, only thing that moves me
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| The grass blades and the trees, they be talking to me
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| It’s like some type of trippy movie
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| That all ends up on the loose-leaf
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| And every time I leave, I lose peace
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| God, please have mercy on my soul
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| Accept everything I owe
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| And help me let go
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| Of all the things you deem sinful
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| I move fast, I’m 10 steps from being slow
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| And my change is worth gold
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| She loves me, she loves me not… |