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Utopian House Party
Nothing wrong with the head and the beat soft
Tip a glass and I sing slow
Forgone, let the feeling just fall a slide
Riding out in the morning light
She said oh, don't change that pace, darling
I won't be waiting around
Said it's better than most, drop top ride
Let me carry that now
Talk in that perfect day
I woke up easy at a quarter to noon
Left love in the bed, thinking what did I do
Last thing I recall we were under the moon
I'mma take all day making it up to you
Hot plan, now they calling us at twelve, man
Swimming that good, I'm feeling like I'm Phelps, man
Red cups, OJ and Chardonnay and my ring is ' smoke some OJ
I'm talking eight, get some green on the reel up
I t off some fools, ain't it be awful
I'm a prow with the flow when I go to bed
And you know why I rap like a profilax
Turn the cut out, motherfucker, what up
Shrooms at a high altitude, yeah, one up
Grinding till the sun up, talking Lou, slip a tale, shut up
This is what we do, when we done up
Just about perfect
Said it's better than most, drop top ride
Let me carry that now
Talk in that perfect day
So far, so good, we got hot color beam
Follow like sheep or did you follow your dreams?
I'm hovering, eating beats for supper
And they discovering, RV can die, we on some other shit
What you know about dropping out of college
If you don't follow your heart and happiness isn't promised
I'm 24 going beat smoke, washing the zone
Now listen hoe, one dollar bill as we washing it wrong
Let's go
Forgone, let the feeling just fall a slide
Riding out in the morning light
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She said oh, don't change that pace, darling
I won't be waiting around
Said it's better than most, drop top ride
Let me carry that now
Talk in that perfect day
You got a couple things on a list
Boy bring back rain like things from a mist
Damn, there's more to this and rock picked the scissors
Taking chances homie 'cause God could quit us
Crab could eat us, in the belly of a monster
See, tell 'em I'm wrong, bitch, think I'm mind blown
In my arms the monster, that I wanna spend my whole time at the concert
That will make you wanna pay your fucking parking ticket
That will make you ' and your jeans ripped
Thought you said you realer, son, took a wide chest bomb
Then my heels spelled way like the base for bumping
I go on, hard, get pumped, we running in
On the dance floor emulating the running man
What's up with them? I'm cooking up a scramble like cutting ham
The whole day perfect just tossing a nerve like
Said it's better than most, drop top ride
Let me carry that now
Talk in that perfect day
Come on baby, move with it, move with it
Come on baby, move with it, move with it
Come on baby, move with it, move with it
Come on baby, move with it, move with it
Come on baby, move with it, move with it
Come on baby, move with it, move with it
Come on baby, move with it, move with it
Come on baby, move with it, move with it
Forgone, let the feeling just fall a slide
Riding out in the morning light
She said oh, don't change that pace, darling
I won't be waiting around
Said it's better than most, drop top ride
Let me carry that now
Talk in that perfect day
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