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Yeah we never stopped addicted to making something so special
That you feel it in places you don′t think about
And we was number uno by many people that know about
A lot of different levels and lifestyles
I'm digging on a baby that′s titties and something put on the table
We was drinking that Ricard
Turning me to a retard
Can't stay here but I don't wanna go neither
My politics are simple my only rule is the golden
What I′m holding ain′t little
On the roof with the fiddle
Climbing more stairs than people do in a lunar cycle
I was just here
Always up in the vocal booth
Yeah Leon home to a player
Think I might move
Nah just bluffing
Rolling papers to stuff them Got a thing for the music
The only thing that I'm touching
Like Demi with the pottery
On the mic like I′m varsity
On the beat like a harmony
In the dirt like a garden
She love the audio
Meditate on my syllables
Elementary Watson
I was describing visuals
Rapping is all ritual
Gospel hoe I can bless it
Edible for your ears
Feel my delicatessen
The way that I manifest
The miracle that I mention
The poetry of my passion
Now she feel my profession
Get some more of this
I ain't feeling like chorusing
Marco Polo exploring
But everybody recording
Now ain′t that a lot of pressure
Everything is remembered
I'm never dressed for the weather
Her jacket made out of leather
I take it she hella grasping
If she could see my pocket she′d see that I'm holding lands
Yeah I know all about it
But I don't know how to say it
My international tongue
Got trouble learning the language
Forever feel like a stranger
My wattage is hella bright
Everybody be looking at the human dynamite
Just watch it around the mic
Timing hella Geneva
That mean that it′s looking nice
I′m old enough in experience
Young enough loving life
Everything hella natural
Smell like that Barry Manilow
Looking like I know where to go
Sound like I'm very radical
Tasted something like cantaloupe
Magnetism to vaginal
Tropical island Malibu
Avocado and salad too
Yeah chilly on that proto
Couple night in the morning
Nothing is ever boring
He DJing and he touring
Grandpa said that′s the ticket
We try to up our position
Ain't nowhere to be sitting
We stay in the sound system
That you feel it in places you don′t think about
And we was number uno by many people that know about
A lot of different levels and lifestyles
I'm digging on a baby that′s titties and something put on the table
We was drinking that Ricard
Turning me to a retard
Can't stay here but I don't wanna go neither
My politics are simple my only rule is the golden
What I′m holding ain′t little
On the roof with the fiddle
Climbing more stairs than people do in a lunar cycle
I was just here
Always up in the vocal booth
Yeah Leon home to a player
Think I might move
Nah just bluffing
Rolling papers to stuff them Got a thing for the music
The only thing that I'm touching
Like Demi with the pottery
On the mic like I′m varsity
On the beat like a harmony
In the dirt like a garden
She love the audio
Meditate on my syllables
Elementary Watson
I was describing visuals
Rapping is all ritual
Gospel hoe I can bless it
Edible for your ears
Feel my delicatessen
The way that I manifest
The miracle that I mention
The poetry of my passion
Now she feel my profession
Get some more of this
I ain't feeling like chorusing
Marco Polo exploring
But everybody recording
Now ain′t that a lot of pressure
Everything is remembered
I'm never dressed for the weather
Her jacket made out of leather
I take it she hella grasping
If she could see my pocket she′d see that I'm holding lands
Yeah I know all about it
But I don't know how to say it
My international tongue
Got trouble learning the language
Forever feel like a stranger
My wattage is hella bright
Everybody be looking at the human dynamite
Just watch it around the mic
Timing hella Geneva
That mean that it′s looking nice
I′m old enough in experience
Young enough loving life
Everything hella natural
Smell like that Barry Manilow
Looking like I know where to go
Sound like I'm very radical
Tasted something like cantaloupe
Magnetism to vaginal
Tropical island Malibu
Avocado and salad too
Yeah chilly on that proto
Couple night in the morning
Nothing is ever boring
He DJing and he touring
Grandpa said that′s the ticket
We try to up our position
Ain't nowhere to be sitting
We stay in the sound system
Writer(s): Norman Newell, Nino Oliviero, Riz Ortolani, Marcello Ciorciolini Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
