Just a quarter pound of I'cense
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To make I'man irie
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A quarter pound of i'cense
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To help me blow my mind
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There ain't no peace in this part of town
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I can't stand this roaming, this roaming around
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I have the urge to go out of my mind
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There must be some peace, some peace I can't find
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A quarter pound of I'cense
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I feel like getting high
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Just a quarter pound of I'cense
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To help me blow my mind
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This confusion is driving me crazy
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And no one complaining that, I am lazy
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I continues like this, on this land
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Men will soon start eating, their fellow men
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=instrumental break=
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A quarter pound of I'cense
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To help me blow my mind
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Just a quarter pound of I'cense
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I feel like getting high
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There ain't no peace in this part of town
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I can't stand this roaming, this roaming around
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I have the urge to go out of my mind
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There must be some peace, some peace I can't find
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Quarter Pound of l'Cense
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| Max Romeo |
