| Bah dah bha bha bha bha bha
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| Bha ba da da da bhum bha bha
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| (slim kid tre')
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| You see the moon has a with young idle eyes
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| And idle time is the playground
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| Where old profesions lay down
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| Like sweet sugar stays brown and on the mind
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| Gals whose whispers blow through tender lips like wind chimes
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| They tingle quiet ears with seductive words that i lust
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| And enjoy, for y’all fly boys that look and not touch
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| It aint much but bet your dollars
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| Cause they hollar
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| With out saying a thang
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| And she ain’t saying no name
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| And i’m fond of het intent
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| Rock hard and she was skin flint
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| Working on a flame
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| It seemed like every move she made was some good assed game
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| I had to keep my focus tame
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| Cause it’s a dumb dumb shame
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| To see them endless
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| And frendless
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| Will us when the pride feels great
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| Congnac watered down to its last tender state
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| And emeraled butterfly dissapears from the skies
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| It seems the moon can’t fight the sunrise
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| Feeling high, i’m the emerald butterfly (repeat 4x)
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| (slim kid tre')
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| I was the mack of all time blowing their mind
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| In a world of fantasies when i’m casting my line
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| They would bite the bait and i would keep my ship sailing
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| On my crusading others would be out wating
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| In the water (water), more entising than the farmers daughter
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| As the imagination makes you wetter than her order
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| Though sweated her so tough, so rough out here
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| See you cant jump into the mix unless you chose to lose a hair
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| More nocturnal than the knight itself the mysteries clear
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| Smears of venom all of oil denim smoth as cashmere
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| Stear in thoughts of feather beds and lightheadedness
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| Abyss it gets deeper (you know) so be a light sleeper (sleeper)
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| The grief is like autumn rain (autumn) washing your needs away
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| Now all this gold is what i need to say about glitter… |