| Why don’t you come to my room
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| Had enough of being fucked by business
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| Ain’t enough to fund my habits
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| Looks like alcohol so grab it Had enough of being uncool
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| Loosen up like all the folks do Like a lumberjack in my eyes
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| Have a bottle or two tonight
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| And oh, oh, be a dreadlock of the suburbs
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| And oh, oh, be a dreadlock of the suburbs
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| Some peyote and ferascas
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| And a new Havana philosophy
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| I don’t know too much about him
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| He knows how to make it never-ending
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| With a stash that’s supremo
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| He’s got any colors going
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| I took out an ad in High Times
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| Got to keep up with the new world
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| Because oh, oh, I’m a dreadlock of the suburbs
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| And oh, oh, I’m a dreadlock of the suburbs
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| And oh, oh, I’m a dreadlock of the suburbs
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| Because oh, oh, I’m a Rastafarian
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| Forget your social status
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| Listen up misfit
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| We can be so high
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| Where you can’t say a word
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| Because we’re so cool, we’re someone
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| Okay, there it is, listen up Looking through all my pictures
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| Especially in the South
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| Got a stake in the promised land
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| Until my Daddy strikes the gold
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| And oh, oh, be a dreadlock of the suburbs
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| And oh, oh, be a dreadlock of the suburbs
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| And oh, oh, time for the dreadlocks of the suburbs
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| 'Cause oh, oh, I want to hold you right now
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| The more things change, the more they stay the same |