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This is the real action | The pot party, the trippers, the grasshoppers, the hip ones | All gathered in secrecy
This is the real action The pot party, the trippers, the grasshoppers, the hip ones All gathered in secrecy And flying high as a kite Hmm-hmm Just know what this about Hmm-hmm-hmm Hmm-hmm Palm trees, oceans, fresh air that can break your heart Hmm-hmm Stop tryna be God Hmm-hmm, hmm-hm Hmm-hmm Stop tryna be God Hmm-hmm That's not who you are Hmm-hmm Stop tryna be God Hmm-hmm That's just not your job Hmm-hmm Stop tryna be God, God Ride for it every night Visions and these ankles tight Truth be told I never try Diamonds are the wife of life All three Rollies look alike After two you get a hook-up price Stripper never worked a nine to five Delta and I ship it overnight Stop tryna be God almighty Fuck the money, never leave your people behind It's never love, no matter what you try Still can see it comin' down your eyes 'Cause they did not create commandments (ooh, ooh) When you hustle, always make it fancy (ooh, ooh) The signal's far from what you can be (ooh, ooh) 'Cause air traffic controls the landing Yeah, yeah yeah yeah Hmm-hmm Stop tryna be God Hmm-hmm, hmm-hm Hmm-hmm Stop tryna be God Hmm-hmm That's not who you are Hmm-hmm Stop tryna be God Hmm-hmm That's just not your job Hmm-hmm Stop tryna be God, God Stop tryna play God almighty Always keep your circle tight I been wantin' shit my whole life I'm warning you, you best not try to play God tonight If I love her I'ma pass her on First rule of war, you find an act of one You can't win a trophy or a plaque off her But never turn your back on her 'Cause they did not create commandments When you hustle, always make it fancy The signal's far from what you can be 'Cause air traffic controls the landing Yeah, yeah yeah yeah You won't succeed tryna learn me Stick to the roads in my journey Stay out of court when you got the attorney She say she love 'em, want to really burn me Hmm-hmm Stop tryna be God Hmm-hmm, hmm-hm Hmm-hmm Stop tryna be God Hmm-hmm That's not who you are Hmm-hmm Stop tryna be God Hmm-hmm That's just not your job Hmm-hmm Stop tryna be God, God Is it the complex of the saint that's keepin' you so, so still? Is it a coat of old paint that's peelin' every day against our will? Is it too long since the last open conversation you had? Oh no And did you see the void in the past? And can you ever see it comin' back? Well can you always be a step ahead of it for me? Well can you always be a step ahead of it for me? Whoa-oh-oh Whoa-oh-oh Whoa-oh-oh Whoa-oh-oh That it?
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