| Rock when I rip it when I’m rollin' on clouds
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| Shout loud breathe in, won’t you drown in the now
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| Said I rock when I rip it when I’m rollin' on clouds
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| Shout loud breathe in, won’t you drown in the now
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| Starship rippin' through the night
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| Trippin' through your sight
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| Pop up and shadow when I pop through the blind
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| Seen shades of rays as they move through the space
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| We lace, we up concrete streets
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| Streaks tall paintbrush strokes
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| Oh so gloriously
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| Story unfolds which one will be told
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| Some get sold, some just fold
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| Multi beings releasing parallel
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| Songs swells to break all the dry spells
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| Late bells ring crack shells
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| When they got us This love of life will propel righteousness
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| This love of life will propel righteousness
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| This love of life will propel ah Take the message that you send with this vibrations
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| From the hearts of the young consolidations
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| Some of the hearts gone numb
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| Improve the situation
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| With the vision of the king
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| I rely on mountains
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| With assad and mic in my hand
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| I stand for the scene of sand
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| Mountains climb around them
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| Move like the misses to kiss this style
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| When ya dance in the darkness the quiet shout
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| On the end, on the backflip crystal tracks
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| Method relax fast forward play back
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| Electrofied
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| Elecro night
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| Eclectic undefined in the moonlight
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| Shine bright how you’d like
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| Broken faces empty spaces make ok Let my mind open up to the skies and pray
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| Raindrops like spots windshield spray
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| Don’t stop, don’t yield knots in the stomach
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| Not one, when you drop in the storm
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| Who is the eye between lies
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| I lie and just try to make it through the night and sigh
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| Conquest blessed like don’t burn a nest
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| Drugged outta style from the old dragnet
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| Everyone gets stung one runs
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| One air with precision drum
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| That they overridden
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| See I rock when I rip it when I’m rollin' on clouds
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| Shout loud breathe in when you drown in the now
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| Move like the misses to kiss this style
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| When ya dancin' in the darkness, it’s the quiet shout
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| On the end, hold back flip crystal tracks
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| The method relax the fast forward playback |