| Yeah
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| Yeah
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| Magnify times ten
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| Rinse and repeat, suck it up again, please
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| Yes, I do pretend
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| Same sweet smile, dagger in my hand, sweet
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| Honey too sticky
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| Might get caught up, I’ll get caught up
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| I’ll get caught at Melody B
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| Sweet silly summers, always
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| Free, free
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| Free, free
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| Flowers
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| Flowers
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| Yeah, birds be tripping
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| Sugarcoated flowers that you’re gonna keep sipping
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| When I leave them melodies, they gonna keep sticking
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| Sing the praises, the praises
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| Stuck up in the clouds and I smile in amazement
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| Intricately intrigued by magnificent arrangements
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| Visually, the theme an array of engagements
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| Visually esteemed, I can say that you made it
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| Sweet, my, you’re bitter
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| All them bad vibes gonna make you sicker
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| All them bad minds gonna make you slicker
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| All them bad times gonna make skin thicker
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| Sweet, the sound of illusion
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| An array of confusion
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| With all this inclusion
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| Free, free
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| Free, free
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| Flowers
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| Flowers
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| Crybabies getting played like 'wah, wah'
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| Strip the cover, reveal like 'voila'
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| Magic, magic, sky turns guava
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| Ooh, sun sets, Lioness Nala’s
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| Getting hungry, so she’s out hunting
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| Poachers close by, but no, she’s not dumb
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| She sees they strayed off, this is pride country
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| This is lion country, this is my country, man
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| And you’re not my countryman
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| False moves leave you buried where you currently stand
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| That’s just facts, don’t take it personal
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| Moniker is Queen, she deserves the throne, mm-mm
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| Never deserts the throne
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| Unless it’s meal time, then she’s lurking slow
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| Run it back, run it back
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| Never deserts the throne
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| Unless it’s meal time, then she’s lurking slow
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| Through the flowers
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| Flowers
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| Flowers
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| Flowers
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| Flowers |