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[Verse 1: Daveed Diggs] |
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Lungs full of pine tar, kush walks the city |
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Scape of scrappy captains |
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Capes tucked in the aftermath of unassuming blueprints not suitable for bombings |
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The fires are alarming |
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The fire alarms are oddly calming |
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A water beetle jitterbugs in litter |
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Kitty cats across the sidewalk after rats are fat enough to die happy |
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The savvy climb the nail-less pine staircase |
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Allah Jesus walks to where the meter blocks and the streets aren't even matter |
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So they don't |
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No one pays no nevermind |
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Higher than the ever-resting deities of better times |
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Here the sun refracts so much the prisons look like prisms |
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Rainbow chains ain't ****t but long division |
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A vision of a suited black man peddling dream logic overlooks a park bench |
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Kids kaleidoscope into an arch and two by two are Lorax'd off the block |
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The floods are warm and blood is just red colored chicken stock |
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[Hook] |
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It was all a dream |
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Pictures in murder dog magazine |
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Ice ? and Master P rocking high-waisted jeans |
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Grab the piece off the table and bag it up for fiends |
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It was all a dream |
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It was all a dream |
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[Verse 2] |
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Lung full of pine tar, kush walks the ocean |
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Waves like 'hi, hater' |
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Buildings looking shoddy low at distance |
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Skip like stones |
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The sharks have biters but the teeth more kitten tongue than needle |
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And so the lung walks on |
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With a wax-on wax-off Miyagi focus |
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Fording of America |
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What's with all this conquering |
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Wouldn't it be nice to beach boy for a year or six |
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Turn harmony to capitol |
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Trade the bricks for sand dollars |
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Dreams are made of comfort |
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Struggle bursts the nigh**ares |
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The existence of this voice implies he made it |
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And often keeping a G in the face of a world leading a kumbaya |
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Ali boom ba yay |
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Got that 'oh my ya' |
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Chemotherapay |
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Who said oh my god? How disrespectful |
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Don't they see the way he Poseidon'd up to the top where it all breaks |
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And everyone that rides the wave falls off |
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[Hook] |
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It was all a dream |
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Pictures in murder dog magazine |
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Messy marked blue chucks hanging where his jeans should be |
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True ski-mask and a bulletproof limousine |
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It was all a dream |
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It was all a dream |
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[Verse 3] |
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Lung full of pine tar, kush walks the clouds |
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This is why the wheel wells be cut |
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The saber gotta reach for altitude |
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Much as they're used in slang verse, don't give a **** really |
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Drop as much ****t as people talk |
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'Rise above it' someone always said while marching |
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Easier said than done while flipping fries at golden archie |
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Just tryna be that double rainbow meme |
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Ice cream painted on the borders of those dreams |
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****t yeah, that's what |
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Bet five on a dice game in the clouds |
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Pull all your money out and make it rain |
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But god-like |
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That's what the must mean by going green |
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Noah's Ark this block and start anew |
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Damn, this kush is crazy right? |
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You can see your roof from here but not much else |
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The world outside the city limits, not yet cartographic |
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And everybody learn to fly the same |
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Tapping B and Up to glide in one direction |
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[Hook] |
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It was all a dream |
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Pictures in murder dog magazine |
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EC Illa Keak da Sneak screaming 'Yadidamean' |
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Dark room familiar, pulling guns on police |
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It was all a dream |
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It was all a dream |
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It was all a dream |
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Pictures in murder dog magazine |
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Brother-ledge back to back, haulin' MJG |
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Riding dirty, puffin' that UGK on the beat |
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It was all a dream |