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(People singing)
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bah dah bha bha bha bha bha
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bha ba da da da bhum bha bha
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(repeat 2X)
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(Slim Kid Tre')
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You see the moon has a with young idle eyes
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and idle time is the playground
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where old profesions lay down
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like sweet sugar stays brown and on the mind
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gals whose whispers blow through tender lips like wind chimes
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they tingle quiet ears with seductive words that I lust
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and enjoy, for y'all fly boys that look and not touch
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it aint much but bet your dollars
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cause they hollar
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with out saying a thang
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and she ain't saying no name
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and I'm fond of het intent
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Rock hard and she was skin flint
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working on a flame
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it seemed like every move she made was some good assed game
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I had to keep my focus tame
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cause it's a dumb dumb shame
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to see them endless
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and frendless
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will us when the pride feels great
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congnac watered down to its last tender state
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and emeraled butterfly dissapears from the skies
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it seems the moon can't fight the sunrise
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CHORUS
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feeling high, I'm the emerald butterfly (repeat 4X)
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(Slim Kid Tre')
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I was the mack of all time blowing their mind
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in a world of fantasies when I'm casting my line
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they would bite the bait and I would keep my ship sailing
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on my crusading others would be out wating
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in the water (water), more entising than the farmers daughter
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as the imagination makes you wetter than her order
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though sweated her so tough , so rough out here
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see you cant jump into the mix unless you chose to lose a hair
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more nocturnal than the knight itself the mysteries clear
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smears of venom all of oil denim smoth as cashmere
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stear in thoughts of feather beds and lightheadedness
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abyss it gets deeper (you know) so be a light sleeper (sleeper)
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the grief is like autumn rain (autumn) washing your needs away
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now all this gold is what I need to say about glitter...
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CHORUS (X2)
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Emerald Buttafly
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The Pharcyde |