| Smoke
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| I’ve been trapped in the city
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| I’ve been trapped in a cell
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| Something’s got in me
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| I don’t feel too well
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| I had to get away quickly
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| Had to find myself
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| They said go to the jungle
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| Go drink from the well
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| And find that magic in the smoke
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| «I love it»
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| «I love it»
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| And find that magic in the smoke
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| «I love it»
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| «I love it»
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| And find that magic in the smoke
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| Check it, check it
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| One sip and I lost my place
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| Had to give myself a minute
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| Had to bar the brakes
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| Man I felt like I was tripping and we wide awake
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| Then we started having visions bending time and space
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| It’s hard to explain just when the room erased
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| I could tell you that it happened when I had a taste
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| Of that jungle water
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| From the local shaman
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| Raising smoke from the ground like a snake charmer
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| And I ain’t ever been the same since
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| What was hidden I can finally see the dangers
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| He said «Don't worry 'cause I keep a couple angels
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| Looking out for you whenever you’re in danger»
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| I ain’t no saint though
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| But it’s okay though
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| I walk with a thrift store halo
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| And by the end of the road
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| He’ll bless my soul
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| So let’s go
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| And find that magic in the smoke
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| And find that magic in the smoke
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| And find that magic in the smoke
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| And find that magic in the smoke
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| «I love it»
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| «I love it»
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| «I love it»
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| In a smoked out bottle
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| I’ve been known to float down to the ground
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| Down to the lounge
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| Down to the sound foundation
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| Down a rabbit hole
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| Running manic so
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| I’m animal
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| Spotted on sight, Dalmatian
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| Took a downtown train and
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| When I got to the place for the fancy occasion
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| They wanted me to sit pre-school shit
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| Like I pulled up fast with a box full of raisins
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| So I move to the basement
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| Where the shaman had a bottle for me on the mound waiting
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| Blessed up, best stuff, next up
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| And it burns chests up for the uninitiated
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| But we ain’t no laymens
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| We’ve been taking these trips so much we can trace 'em
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| This a lifestyle war with the ancients
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| And find that magic in the smoke
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| And find that magic in the smoke
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| And find that magic in the smoke
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| And find that magic in the smoke
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| And find that magic in the smoke
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| And find that magic in the smoke
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| And find that magic in the smoke
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| And find that magic in the smoke
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| «I love it»
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| «I love it»
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| And find that magic in the smoke
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| «I love it»
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| «I love it»
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| And find that magic in the smoke
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| «I love it»
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| «I love it»
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| «I love it» |