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Verse 1 |
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I settle back in the afternoon, |
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Munchin on lemonade and macaroons |
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Letting a Parasonic blast a tune, |
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Feeling lovely, |
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Bullsh*t can never touch me, |
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A hard day's work, shower up a n*gga must be |
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Fresh and clean, |
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Splash a neck, |
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Smell good, |
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Pop the colla stallin cause I'm knockin on wood, |
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Good luck will follow, |
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Let's cop a bottle, |
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Let's live today, |
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Promised day tomorrow |
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Listenin' to wise words, |
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No sense calmin' my nerves, |
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Put the drink down front tires hit'n the curb |
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Step'n out of the car, |
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Cise Starr the realest, |
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Nuthin but the truth, |
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My presence will hurt feelins', |
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Livin' it up, |
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Not a balla but still maintain, |
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Keepin' my self ready main, |
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Go slow, change lanes, |
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(Swervin' from lane to lane, Movin the second gear side to side) |
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Chorus (x2): |
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The daily grind got me up in the rat race, |
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But now Imma pull over, pit stop and change pace, Gotta get a breather, |
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Or else I'll either, |
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Fall down and get back up and maintain, |
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Verse 2 |
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It's like a cool drink of water, on a hot day refreshin' |
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I'll need a area town neighborhood in sections, |
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Money left over after bills is a blessin', |
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So now that I'm out on the town, |
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Eternal reflection, |
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Comin' out with speakers, |
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Right before Ether, |
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I need ya, |
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Right after this track, |
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They'll call me Dia, |
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Makin a mix, |
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Hearin'96 through the stereo, |
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F*ck the radio, |
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As I slide through your barbecue, |
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Drivin' a long, |
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Hopin' the traffic is gone, |
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Turn it up and push repeat because it's my favorite song, |
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Play what the soul say, |
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Cause it's my favorite song, |
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Parachutin' out the sky track number two is on, |
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Vibin' the music, |
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I let my whole mind loose it, |
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I'm never around Judas, |
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I'm a man of my word, |
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Front bullets out the heater, |
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There's beats out of the speaker, |
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Reach out of your corner and embrace the world, |
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Stress on the nerves, |
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Reactin' when I swerve, |
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F*ck it, I'm stayin' steady, do you know what you heard? Wisdom out of the tooth, |
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The elders speakin' to youth , |
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I'm sittin' back in the booth just recitin' my words, |
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Chorus (x2) |
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(It's time to chill, I know you feel me.) |
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(Back it...and maintain.) |
