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Sam Cooke & Marvin Gaye

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Yeah.

Yeah.

I think I got you stuck off the rawness.

Yeah.

A little piff, couple pounders.

Juice speech, loose like baby tooths.

Cautious is the expression on your features Oh, it's been a minute Oh, it's been a minute Since minutes felt like hours

Devouring your idioms and minimum sip liquor So my speech sounds sillier, similar to Yassin in his most days

I remember most days I would watch the news for the role play and try and play Pac in his court case.

Just high arms swinging, eye on the judgment and smile for the victims Moaning for the soul, let's endure for the wisdom

We talk this and this and this and that.

Dialogue culture to seem cultured.

Imprisoned by the weather.

No Netflix to chill.

No intro.

Let's listen to the music I made our parents stay together.

They had Sam Cooke and Marvin Gaye.

We have future for nostalgia.

Maybe our children will do the nay-nay.

Instead it's working for the playmates, old minds wanna be young.

Young minds want to be old.

But they just don't know regret till it's gone.

One, two, three, four

Excuse me while I roll, no you don't have to smoke Exhale what's on your mind, what's wearing on your soul?

Empathy, empathy, I have the recipe You have the remedy, not the sickle, why now lady?

You speak what's on your mind now lady?

What's wearing on your soul?

Spend all your nights alone now lady

Spend all your nights alone down late It kills me while I roll It kills me while I roll It kills me while I roll It kills me while I roll

underwater drowning deep inside your oceans maybe it might be okay to love you all the leaves are falling off the trees and so they tell me it might be okay to love you

oh

Excuse me while I roll, no you don't have to smoke, exhale what's on your mind, what's wearing on your soul, empathy, empathy, I have the recipe, you have the remedy, not the sickle, why now lady, you speak what's on your mind now lady, what's wearing on your soul, spend all your nights alone now lady.

Spent New York nights alone, now I'm late It kills me while I roll It kills me while I roll It kills me while I roll It kills me while I roll

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