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Cruisin'
02:44
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The breeze is blowing through my hair
The joint is hitting so well
I catch the smell of the state fair,
I’m falling into a dizzying spell.
When we’re cruisin’
Yeah when we’re cruisin’
I’m crusin’ with you
Yeah I’m crusin’ with you
“In Rainbows” is dense
It’s gone to my head
I’m seeing colors on landmarks applied with a brush
Slow down we aren’t in a rush
We’re just sipping it in
Semi-charmed highway of hits
I watch the street lights hit the street lines
I’m wondering if we even need to be going anywhere
When we’re cruisin’
Yeah when we’re cruisin’
I’m crusin’ with you
Yeah I’m crusin’ with you
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July Rush
01:51
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Fresh, July rush
I’m at the drive-in with my crush
The double feature this week’s a must
Hot heat and a new love
Its pretty neat to spend a summer on
Who needs this piece of shit job?
i’ve got some savings to coast on
The sun is heavy
My city is waking up
We’re headed straight for the moon tonight
Nobody’s stopping us
Yeah.
Heartbeart, new blood
Street-lit, this is the summer of love
The car leaves a trail across the sky
We’re vaping hard on the vibes of the night time
The sun is heavy
My city is waking up
We’re headed straight for the moon tonight
Nobody’s stopping us
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My Wknd
02:29
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It’s Monday so I guess I’ll crawl up to my desk
Push the papers to one side and wait for lunch to hit
Sneak my “words with friends” to kill off the last bit
Then I’m back in bed at home, I’m out before the Netflix loads
Add on Tuesday-Thursday it’s pretty much the same shit
I don’t need to be here but at least they pay me for it
My brain is decomposing, my brain is decomposing
Take five smoke breaks even though I quit last year
Take an extra coffee break and then an extra bathroom break to fit in
I see that everyone is wasting their time
In anyway that the man will let them do it on the dime
It’s my weekend - I don’t have to wake up
You show me the well I’ll show you how to fill up
Cuz it’s my weekend, I can do absolutely everything I want
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Fire Party
02:25
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Sit down on that lawn chair
Puff on the autumn air
And puff on a spliff that’s sick
My baby tends the pit
The flames reach a fever pitch
Hey who’s that on the speaker?
That’s Lonnie Liston Smith
Yeah come on over
We’re at the fire party
I’ve got extras in the fridge
I’ve got plenty help yourself to it
I’ve got j’s for days
And ten playlists, that’s bliss!
Anyone who’s not here will be so sore they missed
My jam on the speaker
That’s Lonnie Liston Smith
Yeah come on over
We’re at the fire party
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The Mall
02:25
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I miss the mall
When I felt like I was queen of it all
The A/C was almost as cool as my new jewels
Waiting for my baby just to notice what’s brand new
No one to ruin my good times
They’re all mine to do whatever I want to
Never mind the price
Yeah I do this all the time
Trust me I’ll show you you’ll have a good time
At the mall
Hit the Dairy Queen
Yell fuck you into Ambercrombie
Then hide inside of FYE
Everything here’s marked up a thousand percent
I don’t have allowance for that
I just take what I need
From the free food tray and then we’re on our way
It was 1998
It was the year of the mall
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