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One up
Never if the sun up
It's all love until the see you come up
It's like a jungle know what's gonna run up
We just wanna live with the thumbs up
Barcelona, no got the bump up
Smart phone in case the cops the gun up
Artichoke, heart's soft, my thug
Garçon, bring a cup of young drunk
I ain't ya boy baby, you got me up
Wait, let me state it
Shut the up
Trust don't occupy space dumb luck
Hush, got the tour bus bugged up
Shh.
Dirty like the wheels on a truck
Birds snuck through the security nun chucks
rush, the whole party jump up
I flood nut on her butt

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

From everywhere gather
Uh uh
Now, too playa, too clean for
Got a, routine cause I fiend for
But cha, shooting at the and the moon
Screaming, fuck the
Cause that don't love you
There's a few dreams to
But if don't let you keep your shoe strings
They don't want you to
And if you're you can haunt each other
In a city of where the vultures flutter
Now, swings a convenient excuse
Seems there's gotta be in the butter
the fire before it gets discovered
One in the grave the other foot in the gutter
Uh, any loose thing, if it ain't screwed down
It becomes pray to my
I it back to my underground bunker
Stay everybody, have an awesome summer

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

People everywhere gather around
Uh uh
Now
Bonus, me and my
that you never treat me like I'm homeless
Unless it mean you to see me with some donuts
Or
the nomination where your zone is
What you thinkin, it's the reason in show biz
Work like a clown with the squirt loaded
Only thing worse than lonely is coke dick
got around, and now we call you blow fish
You was pissing in your own bowl of
I rode across the ocean on the back of a tortoise
Never see try to act I'm gorgeous
Greasy mother fucker make it with the Socs
Tweet a picture of my to the POTUS
Roll my weed in the papers of some old eviction
Is the came like a swarm of locusts
Hanky yanky doodle of America