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Thanks
for
tuning
in
We
should
do
it
again
Soon
Shout
out
my
good
friend
Navy
Blue
This
sound
like
Grape
Soda
in
the
summer
The
heat
rising,
let
the
fire
hydrant
spray
over
The
street,
seeps
leaves,
the
concrete
a
deep
color
Damn,
it's
hot,
cools
us
down
before
the
days
over
Keeps
us
covered
without
shade
on
'em
Before
the
Sun
fade
on
'em
Need
all
the
vitamin
D,
the
Sun
laid
on
him
While
we
got
this
weather
After
winter,
always
blessed
that
we
got
the
pleasure
Do
me
one
better
Let
go
of
all
the
pressure
All
together
That
once
stressed
ya
With
just
one
gesture
Wipe
your
hands
clean
Then
take
a
fresh
sip
out
the
canteen
All
that
grape
soda
gon'
clog
your
arteries
Give
you
diabetes,
shit,
make
it
hard
to
breath
Leave
you
panting,
drink
more
water
Let
that
can
be,
before
you
can't
breathe
I
wanna
see
you
be
Everything
you
can
be
Playing
toy
soldier's
To
playing
with
yourself,
some
hand
cream
It
was
Bally
as
the
boy
got
older
changed
to
brandy
Then
took
the
choice
to
go
slower
Still
smoke
mad
weed
But
its
a
joy
to
know
I
can't
see
No
more
bad
dreams
Keep
having
one
took
a
Toyota
Camry
To
the
grand
prix
Like
there
must
have
been
a
mistake
And
when
I
win,
I
wake
Asked
the
psychic
what
it
meant
She
said
the
kid
was
straight
I'm
fine
Whatever
I
find,
I'll
take
But
I'm
still
in
a
state
of
mind
that'll
drive
me
to
finer
place
And
whatever
it
is
thats
mine
I'll
make
the
best
of
it
So
the
dream
I
had
I'm
starting
to
make
sense
of
it
Better
days
Better
days
Better
days
I
can
see
better
days
Stayed
in
the
city
like
a
cabbie
Tryna
get
his
last
dollar
Unless
I
was
with
mom
dukes
out
in
Sag
Harbor
With
Aunt
Patty
and
Aunt
Donna
Never
laughed
harder
Or
out
in
Akron
visiting
my
last
barber
He
moved
back
home
to
the
O
with
his
crazy
ass
mama
Was
from
out
of
town,
'cause
of
that,
he
held
it
down
harder
Loved
playin'
ball
in
the
street,
the
ice
cream
parlor
And
I
had
to
say
I
felt
the
same
way
Now
go
to
the
Dominicans
to
get
the
fresh
fade
On
Forsyth
They
bet
on
cockfights,
it
ain't
all
dice
There's
more
bite
Than
spades
or
craps
Summer
hit
and
there's
more
bikes
outside
than
the
Tour
De
France
But
they're
motor
bikes,
more
advanced
that
are
soaring
by
Cops
stop,
wanna
catch
em,
but
they
can't
Ain't
gon'
try
For
a
split
second
there
All
their
control
deprived
Shows
me
a
sign
That
there's
more
to
life
Not
every
God
given
sign
you
get
is
on
a
hike
On
a
mountain
top
shown
by
some
sort
of
light
Some
are
more
subtle
I
saw
what
I
saw
alright
Call
it
a
Godly
sight
Meanwhile
When
out
the
back
of
my
ear,
I
hear
some
freestyle
Out
the
speaker
loud
on
the
weekend
I
start
cheesin'
I
have
to
say
I'm
proud
to
be
a
Nuyorican
When
summer
come,
you
can
see
it
Lotta
red,
white
and
blue
Ain't
for
the
fourth
It's
for
a
different
reason
For
a
brief
three
months,
say
too-da-loo
to
the
season
Slow
it
down,
smoke
a
few
'Cause
this
the
closest
to
the
Island
that
we
going
be
seein'
'Cause
it's
been
94
degrees
This
whole
week
We
ain't
inside,
we
be
todos
aquí
occupy
the
whole
street
Better
days
Better
days
(You
know
how
we
be)
Better
days
I
can
see
better
days
Better
days
Better
days
Mejores
Dias,
Mira
I
can
see
it
I'ma
let
you
take
your
time
to
get
it
That's
where
I'ma
leave
it
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