| Yes, Yes
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| Los Angeles fresh, Los Angeles fresh
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| Yes, Yes, Yes
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| Los Angeles fresh, Los Angeles fresh, Los Angeles fresh
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| Bright lights
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| Bust stops
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| Like cops
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| Pop locks
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| Chain linked fence henceforth
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| Talent is received
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| All sorts of goals achieved
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| Reach souls
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| Tore down divisions like Berlin straight as poles
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| Waving flags you’re in tune
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| With maroon moon
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| As time flies friendly skies
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| Visionaries take the red out your eyes
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| Suit the flies with this application
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| Loving is my occupation
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| Recycle hesitation
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| Back and forth pacing
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| Speak or basing
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| Humans racing
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| Loving when they’re hating
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| Take it evil feeling backwards to live
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| Every time I bust I got something to give
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| An individual who remains invisible
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| Indivisible
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| My habitual ritual
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| Is to uplift all those who are willing
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| Living in a city where the devil makes a killing
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| Dealing lost angles
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| Material things
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| Plus I gotcha to hot
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| Burnt off the wings
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| Mic dreams to pipe dreams
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| Villages of right teams
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| Were enlightening with what we say
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| K.O.O.L will make you l.o.o.k
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| In a different type of way for L.A., C.A.
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| I am an Indian alien
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| Alien Indian
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| Mexican medicine, messages of oxygen
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| Now support the easier limb
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| Be one without and you will live easier
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| That’s easier man
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| Love the one your with
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| I repeat love the one your with
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| External beauty is just a temporary myth
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| Some things always trying take away your gift
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| Never walk away wondering if Life was fake
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| My sister is great
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| They call me Mr. Mistake
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| I kissed this girl on a date
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| I couldn’t wait
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| She was like chill
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| It wasn’t gods will
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| Of Mexican descent I am still |