Spring has sprung cause all it does is rain
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Again outside is dull walls as dull drive
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The sea has called fog from the waters
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City screams for suns and daughters
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Owned by the nights
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But they ain't all of that
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Tainted cats freaks to roll
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Cool in the packs
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I'm in the basement mixing
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Tripping off my lips and
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Elixing my mind with the nightlife
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Spring comes misting
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Drunk and listening to AM radio
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Remembering pump up the volume cause
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I know I got it
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The soul of speakers thought
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I shed skins of old
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When I'm taught by the older
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Records that I caught I get fat
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In my pad I'm not bad
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Not smiling passing for time to take a while
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Wasting from the wild as I walk to slide
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I bring from inside from the center
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Epicenter radius oval roll you smooth you
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Mold you, I'm like that
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Moon to sun to start this seed
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Water drip drop drip drop
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Your boogie ball your rubber ball
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The smooth of a weathered wall
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The cycles of the systems
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The circles within them
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I walk to slide
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Walk the slide on the outside
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Walk the mile on the in
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Keep it clouds on the outside
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Keep it cool on the in
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Lost in the spin
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The face folds to melt the mask
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It's hard to get help when
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You're coming from the down low
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Growing to know the smooth
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In change
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I walk to slide
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From the tombs I got tunes
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Like the spoonful
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House to groove Freng to groove
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The falling sun
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We've had our fun
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The sunset came so still
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Stays the same
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Walk To Slide
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| G. Love & Special Sauce |
