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One up
Never if the sun up
It's all love the gubs see you come up
It's like a jungle know what's gonna run up
We just live forever with the thumbs up
Barcelona, no stops got the up
phone in case the cops pull the gun up
Artichoke, heart's soft, my tough
Garçon, bring a cup of that young
I ya boy baby, you got me fucked up
Wait, let me it plainly
the fuck up
Trust don't occupy space with luck
Hush, fuzz got the tour bus up
Shh.
like the wheels on a dump truck
Birds snuck the security with nun chucks
rush, the whole party jump up
I flood nut on her butt

It goes people
I love the way you the people people
people
I love the way you love the people
people
I love the way you the people people

From gather around
Uh uh
Now, too playa, too clean for
Got a, routine cause I for structure
But cha, at the ring and the moon
Screaming, the world
Cause that girl love you
a few dreams to choose
But if don't let you keep your shoe strings
They want you to suffer
And if you're blessed you can haunt other
In a city of ghosts where the flutter
Now, swings a convenient excuse
Seems there's gotta be something in the
Smother the fire before it discovered
One foot in the grave the foot in the gutter
Uh, boosting any loose thing, if it screwed down
It becomes pray to my
I it back to my underground bunker
Stay cool everybody, have an summer

people
I the way you love the people people
People
I love the way you the people people
People
I the way you love the people people

People from everywhere around
Uh uh
Now
Bonus, me and my
Hoping that you treat me like I'm homeless
Unless it you about to see me with some donuts
Or
Dominate the where your zone is
What you thinkin, it's the reason we're in biz
like a clown with the squirt guns loaded
Only being worse than lonely is coke dick
got around, and now we call you blow fish
You was in your own bowl of porridge
When I across the ocean on the back of a tortoise
Never see try to act I'm gorgeous
Greasy mother make it party with the Socs
Tweet a picture of my penis to the
Roll my weed in the papers of some old eviction
Is the police came a swarm of locusts
panky yanky doodle of America