| Yes, yes. |
| it’s about that time
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| For the combo combine, yes
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| Formin easy tuxedo grooves
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| Well. |
| well. |
| well well well
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| Well well well well!
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| You know what?
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| We scribble art, herbal verbal, love dip dot
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| Audio cartwheels that cart
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| We tootin from, holy baggy bone flow ??
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| Man overboard, he put he trust into jazz chord
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| Say me? |
| None of them betray me
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| Bigger endin pay me, so I
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| Clench my teeth and said nay
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| Thou shalt not cause me loss of my positivity
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| Of elastic band who keeps springin back
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| Slender kid sings for dumpling
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| Jump into the booth with the proof of the pain
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| These hand concrete owl, ten hour of sneezing
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| Wheezing, coughing up blood
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| Now I’m in the mood for peace, space and time
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| We sit back, relax, and recool, recline
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| . |
| and we’re thinking of.
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| Starlight, in her lucid skies
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| In her mu-sic-al, so all sublime
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| Yo, yo
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| Smack in the middle of the mayhem, we chase no checks
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| Thinkin we a ho, now we hide from debts
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| Mr. Landlord, beg you please? |
| Hear this plea
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| I’ll be back in three weeks with three months in advance
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| On some good arty flex kind sir give me a chance
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| Blighty new face yes? |
| Make a toast
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| To the host of the picnics
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| These capital hearty terrifics, some of them keep it real while
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| We be keep it cricket, Smythe, Smith
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| Peppergrain width, whackin in four fours
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| Smackin it for six, armchair critics be yellin out fix
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| Even though they know we don’t spar with them
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| So the score ain’t a dream
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| Place a bet and be grit, from be lose or win
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| It’s the same damn ting, just a need for space
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| Peace in time, we sit back relax and cool recline
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| And we think of.
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| Starlight, starlight, in the distant skies
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| Sending me, sending message on starlight
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| We’s feelin the season, that type of season where it
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| Sit watchin breeze and, we on the backroad
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| In the high ?? |
| cap, where we distress the stress
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| Digital funk max modes for protest
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| On some ill and gully horseback, whole damn mix tight
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| Some of them stay fair yes de mess of dem’ll run for they life
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| Mamma time tales no lies
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| Diggin for treasure when it were right before my eyes
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| Dead end streets dem, we keepin men to mice
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| Pur-chase telescopes and watch the skies
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| Surveryin revealed, all types of healing
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| We love to know, so we dance on the ceiling
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| She sassy material, as she send nuff waves to my aerial
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| Make me nuff, Mueslix for cereal
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| And she put me in the mood for space, peace and time
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| We sit back relax, and recool recline
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| Yes, because of starlight. |
| yeah yeah yeah
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| Yeah yeah yeah, yeah yeah yeah |