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featuring Roots Manuva
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[Roots Manuva]
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Yes, yes.. it's about that time
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for the combo combine, yes
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Formin easy tuxedo grooves
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Well.. well.. well well well
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Well well well well!
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You know what?
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We scribble art, herbal verbal, love dip dot
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Audio cartwheels that cart
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We tootin from, holy baggy bone flow ??
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Man overboard, he put he trust into jazz chord
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Say me? None of them betray me
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Bigger endin pay me, so I
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clench my teeth and said nay
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Thou shalt not cause me loss of my positivity
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Of elastic band who keeps springin back
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Slender kid sings for dumpling
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Jump into the booth with the proof of the pain
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These hand concrete owl, ten hour of sneezing
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Wheezing, coughing up blood
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Now I'm in the mood for peace, space and time
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We sit back, relax, and recool, recline
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.. and we're thinking of ..
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Starlight, in her lucid skies
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in her mu-sic-al, so all sublime
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Yo, yo
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Smack in the middle of the mayhem, we chase no checks
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Thinkin we a hoe, now we hide from debts
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Mr. Landlord, beg you please? Hear this plea
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I'll be back in three weeks with three months in advance
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on some good arty flex kind sir give me a chance
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Blighty new face yes? Make a toast
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to the host of the picnics
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These capital hearty terrifics, some of them keep it real while
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we be keep it cricket, Smythe, Smith
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Peppergrain width, whackin in four fours
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Smackin it for six, armchair critics be yellin out fix
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Even though they know we don't spar with them
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so the score ain't a dream
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Place a bet and be grit, from be lose or win
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It's the same damn ting, just a need for space
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Peace in time, we sit back relax and cool recline
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And we think of..
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Starlight, starlight, in the distant skies
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Sending me, sending message on starlight
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We's feelin the season, that type of season where it
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sit watchin breeze and, we on the backroad
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in the high ?? cap, where we distress the stress
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Digital funk max modes for protest
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on some ill and gully horseback, whole damn mix tight
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Some of them stay fair yes de mess of dem'll run for they life
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Mamma time tales no lies
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Diggin for treasure when it were right before my eyes
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Dead end streets dem, we keepin men to mice
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Pur-chase telescopes and watch the skies
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Surveryin revealed, all types of healing
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We love to know, so we dance on the ceiling
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She sassy material, as she send nuff waves to my aerial
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Make me nuff, Mueslix for cereal
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And she put me in the mood for space, peace and time
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We sit back relax, and recool recline
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Yes, because of starlight.. yeah yeah yeah
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Yeah yeah yeah, yeah yeah yeah
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Starlight
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| The Herbaliser |
