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Rolling down the street, |
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Diggin' the wind in my window ' |
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Cause today we be high rollin' |
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High rollin' baby. |
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Life aint what it seems, |
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Too many people thinking money is the way to get free. |
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Time is golden. |
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Time is golden, you crazy? |
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Yo girl you're so sweet, |
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Too busy dancing to the rhythm to be shuffling your feet. |
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Hey where you going, hey where you going now lady? |
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These walls talk to me. |
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There's a world outside so why'm i let them trap in me? |
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See i'm a going, see i'm a going to baby. |
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And all i ever did was waste my time, |
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Sat upon my porch but i'm feelin' fine. |
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The time goes but the memory still shows, |
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So for now i guess i'm getting me another one, |
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So it seems. |
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Rollin' down the road, |
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There's an old man sitting where the pothole goes. |
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He's aware, he's aware of what's real. |
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Told me to move slow, |
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Too many people rush then they lose their flow. |
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For sure we're, for sure we're not i feel. |
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Yo girl you're so nice, |
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The way you move so crazy girl it's just not right. |
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I don't care, i don't care what i steal, |
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If it makes you right. |
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Why're my legs feeling heavy when my head is light? |
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Yo there, yo there is my deal. |
