Moving without moving. Pure crush groovin'
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Right on track, right on and I'm back
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Rap ex-lax, yeah I be pooing on a˘ć?em
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Damn right, Mr Cudi he be dippin' on a˘ć?em
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Say it loud, you all want the new new
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Explorer like Dora
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Thats how I got a clue too
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So fucking underground, barely on Youtube
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Till Day N Nite now they al got a clue who
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Took me a minute man, took me a while
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Hard headed nigga, ever since I was wild a child
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But my ambitions made bitches beg for intentions
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DJ's unmixing they mixes just to toss in some cudder
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And I tried to tell my mother, but she aint understand
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Figure I'm some other
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But see my mommy ain't a fronter
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So nowadays she calls me a bad motherfucker
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[Hook]
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And, just when it seemed that the game is hopeless
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We arranged some things for a dose of dopeness
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I, I do, what I do
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And, I, I do, what I do
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And, just when it seemed that the game is hopeless
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We arranged some things for a dose of dopeness
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I, I do, what I do
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And, I, I do, what I do
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Do my little dance
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Sippin' out of cup
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All my people in the back
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My people in the front
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I, I do, What I do
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And, I, I do, what I do, do
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Do my little dance
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Sippin' outta cup
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Pulling up my pants
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She come walkin' up
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And I'm like..
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I, I do, What I do
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And, I, I do, what I do, do
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Wooooooo, Nigga!
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Y'all motherfuckers need to understand the fuckin' game
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Shit ain't gon' change unless a motherfucker come in this shit, switch it up
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Niggas need to open they fuckin' minds, Nigga!
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Cause this is some shit, that Ya'll niggas ain't ready for
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Movin' without movin'
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Pure Crush Groovin'
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Right on track, right on and I'm back
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You make songs about some new dances
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I make songs 'bout the black man advancements
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I'm talkin' classic homie
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I'm talkin' monumental
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And I don't need much
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But Dot instrumentals
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That's how I lay the stencil
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Me smilin' up out the window
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I'm in the leaner dome
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That's my crib on the moon
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And I'm livin' in hotel rooms
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In the mirror, laughing at my crooked tooth
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How a nigga eat, is how a nigga speak
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And how a nigga live, is sacrifice what's big
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And I'mma say it right before the hook
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Maybe in due time, Pimpin', I'ma write a book
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But now I'ma play my Andre 3000
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And dream about an island wit' model girls eyein'
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Um, Helloa˘ć|
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Hey Babya˘ć|
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Uma˘ć|yeah
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Some people call me CuDi
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Some people call me Scott
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It don't matter what you want to call me, as long as you call me something
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As long as you call me, Baby
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But Umm
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You know
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You seem real pretty
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And I ain't talkin' bout how you look
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I'm talkin' bout your vibe
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Your vibe is pretty
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I'm pretty hungry
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You wanna get something to eat
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Sip on something
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Where we going?
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The moon
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Dose Of Dopeness
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| Kid Cudi |
