[Asher Roth:]
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I lay around on a rainy day
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Ashing in the sheets
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Hold them down and just fade away
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Happy little feet
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I want to try to drown whatever's happening to me
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I walk with out a sound, Charlie Chaplin on the beat
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Probably never figure out what is up or what is down
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What is now, or what it's all about
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So I chill and look around
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It's in the air, it's in the sound, it's in the year
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No doubt, show us what's got bounce
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Curl up next to the girl right beside me
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Slide up all inside it
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Ride it, reall really ride it
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Let it fly higher than a motherfucker
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Never coming down
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We just set it up direct, get our message from the clouds
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The rain's getting stronger as I hit it harder
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Ms. Marijuana, she's a superstar
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Do a job, do it all
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Doing what she want, upper echelon
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It's the fond of this Family Matter from Dupont
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Come on baby, let it flaunt
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Tell them what it is
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How it never gets better than this, just have kids
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Oh but wait a minute, turn it down, burn it down, learning now
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How you found out who the word of mouth
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Talker of the town talking up a storm
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This the calm before it
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Call Dorothy, tell her bring the courage
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Ain't a thing that could deter it
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It's the Earth, it's the universe
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Working in perfect cursive through one person, let it burn
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[Phil Ade:]
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Word, and after Asher ash get passed to me
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Whoever can last the smoke deserves a toast
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Raise your glass to me
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Last a cut of your currency and let the current be
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Car in need of speed has got me in a flow, like the current beat
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I feel it, I'm fried, my mind is on the skillet
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Shawty, if you feeling naughty don't conceal it
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I'm feeling it too
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What you willing to do
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You spilling the truth by moving on it
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I like them girls that rock Jordans but could Louboutin it
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Moving smooth like lube is on it, how the night goes
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Prefer a real woman, but tonight I like hoes
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You feeling frisky, you got a man, you feeling risky
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You feel the whiskey, please don't try to kill the will to kiss me
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Miss, I got a fear of miles and a fear of vows
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I'm not trying to share a house but we can share a couch
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As of now we just here to have a good time
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And if we're meant to go further then we should grind
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But don't press it, don't stress it, just let it go
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I said it before, follow the flow from the man of cold
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You sipping Petron, try not to throw up in my place, cause
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Girl you got that bomb, hope it don't blow up in my face
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[GLC:]
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Welcome to this time and
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All my green like Kermit
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Mobster, pimping gang monster, Herman
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I believe in multiple wives, like a Mormon
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Especially when she got them thighs, I want to go in
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Macking cold, black and gold Trojans
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Attractive hoes, try to hold a moment
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My pimping game gotta roam, no lids
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Manifest where the bed bitch, from the low end
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Dime from the hundreds, manifest with no hands
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Mackin DNA, my pimples sway, they go in
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Y'all blow money, I prefer to blow strands
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Elevated gism, macking game promotion
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Shit, yup the ism in this bitch
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Only spending money made from tipping in this bitch
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She attracted to the gizzle, forgive me for your bitch
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But she chose the manifest, it benefit the skim
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[Thurz:]
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Low Coronas, searching for that meaning of life
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And a shot of Jameson, poison I was playing in
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Pride I was laying in, broke rubber what I came in in
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With the lateness, we conceive greatness
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And when it's war, please be cautious of them smiling faces
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I'm moving wise and smoking Bible scriptures in my Bathing rocks
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And as we walk Luke, I guess it's all Revelations
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That's relics here, soothes your relatives, rhythm salacious
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Ripping, when it's nude beaches to that naked eye
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Plain to see that naked truth, naked gun if you criticize
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Tune toes down, my mind still in orbit
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Only fear is hell, I'm straight out the dark what God's thinking now
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So I guess I've seen the light, trying to follow my fate
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Some people don't see it 'til the medic trying to make they pupils dialate
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A submarine deeper than the rap
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And I don't hear the bullshit, homie, this song Charlie Chaplin
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Charlie Chaplin
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| ASher Roth |
