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One on one phone action right now
It's the Island of Beautification
Yeah, yeah
Any problem that the dub can't fix
Going down to my foot in a bit
I must admit that
Less is more, more is less
And the struggle, this might keep my mind fresh
Any problem that the dub can't fix
Going down to my foot in a bit
I must admit that
Less is more, more is less
And the struggle, this might keep my mind fresh
This is how we knead dough, how we bake bread
Word edible, many may eat what I said
Treat what I said like it's some deep shit
Straight from the abyss, bonsoir my French kiss
Smack maroon, these black butter moonies
Which passed the moon, we come got peace
Soop'd up, looped up and sold with no sample clearance
Bastard, got no home and no parents (my dear)
Just be just just, just about justly
Old swine, none of you here could ever trust me
Got to need to secure my future
Beautiful dudeness, salute my youth for
Them type of scroll and heart reflection
Vibe I rubric, the dub live deception
I dedicate this to all the peeps who feed the culture
Do my sculpture
Any problem that the dub can't fix
Going down to my foot in a bit
I must admit that
Less is more, more is less
And the struggle, this might keep my mind fresh
Any problem that the dub can't fix
Going down to my foot in a bit
I must admit that
Less is more, more is less
And the struggle, this might keep my mind fresh
Leaned toward more than a thousand days straight
Twisted, looking inside myself, hey
The more I study, the less I know
And my hippie mind tells me to go with the flow
So what you saying brother, brother?
What you saying mother, mother?
What you saying sister, sister?
Love to love, I know that there
We can't forget your part
In many cases, we may regret your part
And this harster life lesson that the schools don't teach
For whom the heart beats, I reach out to love
Sacred belly, clever, I keep the gut buff
Pregnancy pregnant, yes mama
Triple blackness, whoa, smells like death
Triple blackness, whoa, smells like life
Closer to paradise, where the gods would live
Those who don't hear shall definitely feel
The real deal, keeping it meal, keeping it glutton
Everything is everything, nothing ain't nothing
Any problem that the dub can't fix
Going down to my foot in a bit
I must admit that
Less is more, more is less
And the struggle, this might keep my mind fresh
Any problem that the dub can't fix
Going down to my foot in a bit
I must admit that
Less is more, more is less
And the struggle, this might keep my mind fresh
Any problem that the dub can't fix
Going down to my foot in a bit
I must admit that
Less is more, more is less
And the struggle, this might keep my mind fresh
Any problem that the dub can't fix
Going down to my foot in a bit
I must admit that
Less is more, more is less
And the struggle, this might keep my mind fresh
Whoops
Yeah, yeah



Autor(en): Rodney Smith, Charlie Tate Copyright: Chrysalis Music Ltd



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