| Bittem with a blow
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| Swimming in my ocean
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| Under neith the reef
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| But frankie with the motion
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| My notion is the number 9
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| Holla back another time
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| Bought to share this love of mine
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| Lose the color line
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| Fall in love with the one deffined
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| I hear callen on the one that shine
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| This for every kind
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| I’m talking man, woman, child
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| God bless style
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| I hope you know the kind
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| I hope you livin well
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| But only time will tell
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| I wrote the ryme but you reminded me you need to sell
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| I only need to feel
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| I need to send a message to the world
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| So many styles, so many many styles
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| Rockin to you with for love
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| So many styles, so many many styles
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| Rocking to you with for love
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| So many styles, so many, many styles
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| Rocking to with with for love
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| Raise higher
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| Catch the elevation
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| Babblon raise higher
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| Where none can denaya
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| The seed of your soul
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| Sweet sin of sweeter
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| And the tea takin home
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| One in a million
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| So why do you feel so alone
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| Your lost desprate need of a zone
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| Bleed into free
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| All the stress from the dome
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| All you need is the freedom to be where they rome
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| I heard the moment of lonesome inside the cromeozone
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| There going up and down like there name Dowl Jones
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| Trying to get connection in the dowl tones
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| Try very unless I’m home
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| So many styles so many many styles
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| Rocking to you with for love
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| So many styles, so many many styles
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| Rocking to you with for love
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| So many styles so many many styles
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| Call you when I start off |