People sing about the coming of spring
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But what is comin' down around it's snow or it's rain
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It's insane and i'm still in the same gang
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The way the weather act's it's a shame ok
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Badder behavior in our shit is flavor
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Grandiose endeavors yes the quest is greater
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Make no mistake i know the time and i wake
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I slip only when p-nut gets me baked from that shake
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Yeah you can't fuck with this
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You're walter middy don't take it as a dis
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But the fantasy has got to end this minute
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I had a fucking dream and yo now i'm in it
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I've been at many function but i know i'm about the function
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If someone brings you down keep punching
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We bunched in a little house where conditions got squalid
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But where we at now - solid
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I concur time it slurs and it blurs
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The vision like a drug and yo it's the word
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How absurd deliver us from nerds
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And funky 40 oz glass littered curbs
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Soon the church pitted bell will clang
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Boys on the corner mack with slang play a dice game
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When i walk by it some bag lady goes sha-na-na-na
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Your street time is limited 'cuz this band rocks it
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Take your whole crew put 'em all in your pocket
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If your feelin' sick rub it on with vicks
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'N take 2 to 6 of our sweet super mix
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Your street time is limited 'cuz this band rocks it
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Take your whole crew put 'em all in your pocket
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If your feelin' sick we got the elixir
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Rub it on down with the sweet super mixer
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Late night radio players late night airwave invaders
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Yeah we got the force late night radio
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Zooma zooma zooma yeah we got the boom
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Blowin' up the spot so so give us room
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We prowl sometimes we howl hysterical
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When we take the stage see a miracle
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I realize today nothing is more vestigial
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Than the young space walkin' individual
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For years and years bubbling up with soul power
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To detonate this planet or reach another
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Yeah we take it up a notch
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We diggin' the shit so deep like ralston digs scotch
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Botch this and i'll regret it no that's not what i'm saying
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Remember this instead i'm staying
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We played in a little house where conditions got squalid
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But where we at now - solid
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We hauled a van with a rv that was a bad call
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It all went up in flames but i haven't seen it all
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Homey steps to me and say hey where ya goin'
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Oh just headin' back to where i done my growin'
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If you must go somewhere over the rainbow
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The adventures of a cosmic hero
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From planet to planet my tags a crater
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If you're not in the future you're not here either
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Labeled psychedelic we can play disco
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When the going gets weird you know the weird turn pro
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Your street time is limited 'cuz this band rocks it
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Take your whole crew put 'em all in your pocket
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If your feelin' sick rub it on with vicks
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'N take 2 to 6 of our sweet super mix
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Your street time is limited 'cuz this band rocks it
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Take your whole crew put 'em all in your pocket
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If your feelin' sick we got the elixir
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Rub it on down with the sweet super mixer
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Late night radio players late night airwave invaders
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Yeah we got the force late night radio
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