| Easy come easy go wheres the money gold
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| Pushin different whips rollin all kinds of honey
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| Everything is sunday, i tuck a tree in my teeth
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| And let it roll off me like it was nothing
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| Fuck a tv, bump knuckle and bust a lazy free laid back
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| Upon paisley, turkey and gravy
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| And bailey cream on the scuff navy of the jeans
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| Lately its been ages, since tracing figure eights
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| On the city streets, all the way out to burbs and back
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| Parked at the school with the track maxed till
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| The narcs bark, dance party
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| Different hearts beating far reaching
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| Mellow ish and memories and fellowships
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| Sharp jealousy, arch nemeses, harsh epiphanies
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| Plus vital parts hazy left out of the recital
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| Stay mysteries and get recycled from the start
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| In the next neighborhood arc, we throw away
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| Paper
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| In the dark, he roll a dart, we motivate strangers
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| In the art, we cuisinart, tear apart haters
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| In the arcade, leave a mark, cultivate flavors
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| In the cape, we keep a march, we won’t ever escape from
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| Just holla back
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| We’ll be chilling all day
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| On some lava lampin
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| Crawlin on papes
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| Im the guy practicing flying free kicks outside of the school
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| Where the kids are hacking and im doing tricks
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| I rise above the bullshit
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| My s-class missing nins sit back and relax
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| To a rap mix sipping gin long islands, all silent
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| And identify sick gems, building on the ball diamond
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| For the next project, i wanna call it
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| Goldenboy the scarlet emerald
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| We hold several joints its harmless
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| The wack MC departed armless, he got the point
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| Come on, join us we got a large spread
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| Celebrate harvest with bread, artists with heads
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| Cornfed bed lethargic
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| Hedon scythe, my index knife
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| Mexican life
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| I like my bets, then i get the price, crush a crumpled cheque
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| G rice in quebec
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| One eyed mice in the wild try to survive
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| Pirating styles, hustling starmiles, its live |