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Oooohhh... yeaaahhh... |
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You're living in your zooone... |
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Ohhhh-ooohh... comes through on nights like this... yyeah |
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[J-Live] [*Rokafella harmonizing in background*] |
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Yo... soon as the sun sets (Nah-nah) |
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Soon as the Earth's side reflects the light (Nah, nah, nah) |
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Soon as the sun sets my part of the Earth on its backside, |
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Sayin you can call it a night |
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I get a rush like a bird's eye view of the city at the clock-die |
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When the street lights ignite |
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Cuz by then I'm getting gamblin out of the greed |
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It seems easy as the 1 to the 1 to the 3 times 3 |
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I know a man that know a man that know the author |
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That sent a ripple through time |
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To let me know the author was me |
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I write my own rhyme book of vignettes |
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Autobiological and I ain't done yet |
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The sun set means sun rise on the other side of things |
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Showing you equalities, so follow me to the lead |
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Together we can set our speed, reignite the seeds |
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You know how many had to bleed just so you could read? |
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**** weed, what you need, is a night like this |
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To put things in perspective |
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The sights before you, 1 before 2 |
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It's simple as old before new |
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So if you frontin like you knew before you knew, |
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Welcome back to what's true |
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[Rokafella] |
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When you're in your zooone |
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As if you're all aalooone |
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It's just that conscious lives... |
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Comes through on nights like thiiiss |
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[J-Live] |
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Yeah... nights like this, I don't wish for rain drops |
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No need to anticipate |
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My words hold enough weight to make it percipitate |
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The baron I fertilize, the crooked I set em straight |
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In simulcast, watch me hold it down and levitate my mindstate |
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From Florida to Washington, from Cali to Maine |
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From a state of frustration that'll make you complain |
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To a state of calm where you can enjoy the rain |
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From the sight, to the sound, to the feel, to the taste |
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To the place where you know you can set your own pace |
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Enter at your own reward |
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It's called knowledge of self |
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Leave without it, you won't leave a trace in the stars |
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No matter who you are, no matter what you got |
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No matter what you will or what you're not |
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No matter over mind, son, it's mind over matter |
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So never mind the chatter at the bottom of the ladder |
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That's the bottom of the 8th, let the bottom feeders hate |
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Feed the love to the babies, not the love of Mercedes |
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But the love of a night like this |
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Filled with cool peeps, chilled drinks and life lessons |
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Cuz as soon as the sun sets you know you're back to the Earth |
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There won't be hours put into seconds for second guessin |
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Four legs, two legs or three legs, why spend the last leg pissed? |
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When you can spend it on nights like this |
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[Rokafella] |
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When you're in your zooone |
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As if you're all aalooone |
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It's just that conscious lives... |
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Comes through on nights like thiiiss |
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When you're in your zooone |
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As if you're all aalooone |
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It's just that conscious lives... |
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Comes through on nights like thiiiss |
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Comes through on nights like this... |
