(Verse)
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Empathetical speak with psychological beats
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Theological feast with diabolical feet
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Got it, now that drifts from my goblet
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Space rage pimping still bumping in my rocket
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Everything I say and do totally awesome
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Wound up in my view without yo crew and now you awkward
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Hawk in asylum, busting yo hymen,
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Put yo phone up! I applaud, you Verizon
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With the unlimited rag doll gentleman
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Please hold me down, all I need, a little Vitalin
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Or a little Aderol, one until the last call,
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Two o'clock in the mornin', horny show, all caps off
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(Hook x2)
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Sunglasses after midnight
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Cause all my angles are right
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Yes, they live, so I'm gonna wear them all night
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Citizens, be gay, cause we gonna keep it up right
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Gotta stop the signals so the people see them out right
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(Verse)
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Flying like an eagle into the future,
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Zap the bird, keep yo hoodie on, Zimmerman won't shoot ya
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Scrub all the bullshit loofa
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Awkward like tow dudes riding on a scooter
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Fax on my shit, boat needs a loaded ruler
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Sippin' Sambuca wit my star ship troopers
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Fuck your fire power, touch a fire flower, cooper
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Magic mushrooms, magic stars for you roombas
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DMT for the ones who want to loose day
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Rips from reality an seein' art future
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Brush yo head right ova nineties soochas
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Sittin' on the sofa while I practice Kamasutra
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Ghost in the shell, loose yourself in the rumors
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Cycle in the sky, come around like luna
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Humor me, bitch, did you even see the shoota?
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Age of Aquarius couldn't come sooner
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(Hook x2)
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Sunglasses after midnight
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Cause all my angles are right
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Yes, they live, so I'm gonna wear them all night
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Citizens, be gay, cause we gonna keep it up right
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Gotta stop the signals so the people see them out right
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(Verse)
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Sunglasses after midnight
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Cause all my angles are right
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Yes, they live, so I'm gonna wear them all night
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Citizens, be gay, cause we gonna keep it up right
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Gotta stop the signals so the people see them out right
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If they don't get it, then fuck 'em, I'mma still fight
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Fought the whole world that's up with these skeletors
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This the metaphor, pleas open up the door
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Lets see what's on the other side till we loose form
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Strap another core, strap it to the sound core
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Turn it up a lil' bit bit, waker still born
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We a shit, like an audio cassette porn
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Fucking with my head like my head is Michael Dorm
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Sunglasses After Midnight
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| Cyne |
