| Thought we told 'em before
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| One more time though
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| Told you I don’t rap, look, uh uh
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| I Paint The Sky, Blew!!!
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| With the great Scottie, this something to vibe to
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| Slide through on a groove like old timers
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| We them diamonds in the rough, where the coal miners?
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| Alabama to the Carolinas
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| Some allergic to this pen, who care to sign us? |
| Huh?
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| You can go ahead and quote that
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| We bringing the hope back
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| I’ma carry on… Tote bag
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| Everybody sound the same now
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| It’s like one long song, it’s a shame now
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| Uhhh… Idleness in the brain now
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| It’s like you gotta be wack to get a name now, mmm
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| Well I rather be nameless
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| Oh you think I’m cheesy? |
| Sweet! |
| I’ma Danish
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| You an ignoramus
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| I ain’t gone stop 'til everybody Loves, I ain’t talkin' Raymond, huh
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| Grey skies, I’ma change that
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| Garfield, Heathcliff, I am not the same cat
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| From back in the day, just happen to lay tracks in a way
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| That even surfers be tryna catch on a wave
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| Don’t wipe out, when they type out
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| My lines, it’ll bring shine to a lighthouse
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| Don’t wipe out
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| You’ll see what the hype 'bout
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| Our time’s right now, uh
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| Take a look look at my light
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| You see that glow
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| I paint the sky when I write, yeah
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| That’s all I know
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| Jazz SpaceMan
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| Beam me up
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| Outta this world
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| Beam me up
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| Colorful Dreamer
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| Beam me up
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| Beam me up, hey
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| Scottie beam me up to the stars, yeah yeah
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| Still slept on, that’s cool, we gon' get ours
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| Yeah, y’all feel like that
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| Never bow down, I don’t kneel like that
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| Never switched up 'cause I’m real like that
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| Cool, I’m chill like that
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| Me and Scottie paint pictures
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| Watercolors added to the mixture
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| No drip drip, come and sip this elixer
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| Love, hope, dreams, that’s a beautiful mixture
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| Cooler than John Wick with an ice pick
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| And a night stick, hit a light switch, shining was a bright kid
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| In a dark world battling shadows
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| Y’all worried 'bout celebrities, y’all can have those
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| Kids see ghosts sometimes
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| Yeah I float sometimes
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| They might quote some lines
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| I lose hope sometimes
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| I’ll no scope this time, uh
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| While I’m shooting for the stars, my aim good
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| Lost a lot of close friends from the same hood
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| God, rest your soul, free the other ones
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| When you get a little buzz, trouble comes
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| Tryna keep a clean hand in this mean land
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| And stay woke, the new Huey Freeman
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| But I’m Dreaming, did I contradict?
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| No sleep over here, it’s hit-or-miss
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| But never hit a miss, lady butterfly hidden in the mist
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| Tell 'em what they missed
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| A little bit of this and a little bit of that, but they wiped out
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| I brought flare to the lighthouse
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| Take a look look at my light
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| You see that glow
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| I paint the sky when I write, yeah
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| That’s all I know
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| Jazz SpaceMan
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| Beam me up
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| Outta this world
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| Beam me up
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| Colorful Dreamer
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| Beam me up
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| Beam me up, hey
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| Scottie beam me up to the stars, yeah yeah
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| Still slept on, that’s cool, we gon' get ours
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| Yeah, y’all feel like that
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| Never bow down, I don’t kneel like that
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| Never switched up 'cause I’m real like that
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| Cool, I’m chill like that
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| Scottie beam me up to the stars, yeah yeah
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| Still slept on, that’s cool, we gon' get ours
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| Yeah, y’all feel like that
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| Never bow down, I don’t kneel like that
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| Never switched up 'cause I’m real like that
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| Cool, I’m chill like that |