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And not rain like, rain man or rain like dance Or rain like a slight chance of rain it's raining Or rein like deer slaves to santa claus man But reign queens that reign over made man And not queen queen killer, rhapsody bohemian queen But like white glove wave hand And not wave hand like it's a wave So you make a fan by waving hand I'm talking like you saying "hey" Man, and not hay for horses and hoarse you almost voiceless You gotta your vocal chords like it's a fortress And treat every single one of your words reinforcements And especially when you're Cause that's the portion important I was reporting that I was poor But now I'm than It's still heels on my sugar hills and sweet spots Crying shames, make margarita from cheap tops Deep in floor, the ceiling windows for my peep pots A little scene with the sickle swings to the wheat drop And a hundred words for them hummingbirds that like to And fan out like peacocks a parakeet that beat box So the sun rise when the drops And the sun dies when the stops Then it unties, it relocks it relapsed, then it detox Then heat like a heat pack On his caps of the weak spot Cause he what we got, like yeah
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