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I'm jumping into a pimento shower
I wanted the music first
In the tragic square of the Fresh Prince
There went a perfect brown baby


The guards can see we're all out of weapons, no machetes
Lotion raw bruises (2x)

Drink or sip
A wench in our hotel
Wolf government, anchovies
When they laugh at you, you'll drown

Eye of the sparrow
This girl slipped on my arrow

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