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The clock's ticking My baby's cookin' is finger lickin' And If she wishes I'll buy her like 7 different kitchens شسالفه Your partner's mad that she ain't part of this And I remember when i had no lovers on my callers list Why all my memories only during the golden hour Like they directed by Wes Anderson while smokin' sour Flower power فلوسي I don't gamble we don't lose any Essatac, do your research And grab ahold of your intrigue You tea time spillers Curiosity's a feline killer I'm just a real-time spitter who likes his caffeine bitter الوحيد الي غلبني على الاول هو البچر Go figure I shoot shots with these yellow coloured waterguns More than one to keep me cool and mellow in the scorching sun Yellow Waterguns Yellow, Yellow coloured Waterguns Coloured Waterguns Coloured Yellow, Yellow Waterguns I shoot shots with these yellow coloured waterguns More than one to keep me cool and mellow in the scorching sun Yellow Waterguns Yellow, Yellow coloured Waterguns Coloured Waterguns Coloured Yellow, Yellow Waterguns The architecture is brutalist where I park the truck You think i'm new to this then why you never see me stuck Ran out of luck way before they ever gave a fuck But now i'm up and all my messages like hey what's up They moving dirty, lacing up the ciggie early Those who know me know i don't do psychedelic journeys But i ignited all the spices with no prior knowledge I wish I never met that fucker back in pilot college I shoot shots with these yellow coloured waterguns More than one to keep me cool and mellow in the scorching sun Yellow Waterguns Yellow, Yellow coloured Waterguns Coloured Waterguns Coloured Yellow, Yellow Waterguns I shoot shots with these yellow coloured waterguns More than one to keep me cool and mellow in the scorching sun Yellow Waterguns Yellow, Yellow coloured Waterguns Coloured Waterguns Coloured Yellow, Yellow Waterguns
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