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[Verse1] |
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The windy city swallows corn |
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Volcanic princess brings a storm |
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Count me out, I love the spring |
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Curdled creams another thing |
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Heaven's open, there's no space |
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For a future Afghan ace |
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Testosterone plus, and gym built strong |
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The meat is off, gravity blonde |
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[Instrumental] |
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[Verse 2] |
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A heavy elder mans the door |
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Working girls, man, man the floor |
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They scope the room, enhance the groove |
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Teaching aliens shamanic moves |
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It's in your face that dumb arse smile |
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Not worth a piss, ain't got no style |
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The white kids are a crying shame |
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They've got it all but parked their brains |
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[Instrumental] |