| Angels in the sky, they guide me bright
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| And when it gets dark, I shine my light
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| Thank you for the you in me I see
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| I see, I see
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| I’m focused, takes on steady
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| When the locust come, Grouch run? |
| No, ready!
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| Let us tell on visions while the others tell confetti
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| Walking like a homosapiens, his mother sent me
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| Feel the space, huh, seems empty
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| I’m comfortable with silence
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| It doesn’t have to be edgy
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| Slice you with the side of my tongue, so heavy
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| Then tumble the rest of them with the drums, yeah
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| Really, I’m on island time, bless the Jordas
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| Fuck burying corpses, we’re swimming with corpuses
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| Hill and rain, crimson flames, yellow tints
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| Need no games, family’s who this fellow hangs with
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| Many ranges, strong body and brain shifting
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| Take you to the spiritual, disappear with you to the Ancient
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| Paint this picture on your cave, I’ll be brave, yo'
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| We living in the best days of them all
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| (The sky’s not falling, we’re just rising)
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| (Now is perfect, if you alive, open the rest of your eyes)
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| (Can't be waiting on no man or minute to get mine)
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| (Or share what I’ve got, or worry on what I’m not)
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| (Or what’s next to arrange)
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| Angels in the sky, they guide me bright
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| And when it gets dark, I shine my light
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| Thank you for the you in me I see
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| I see, I see
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| There’s someone open out here, lighthouses and mighty mountains
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| I’m a fountain spouting off with a lib life
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| I’m off with the grid, triple grin, flip it back
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| I did it with the wiffa war back since the world was all flat
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| How you draw that, back to back, ten paces
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| Turn around, that’s a strap, that’s a wrap, grinning faces
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| Bare basics, burrito thick, not no needle thick
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| Or my incognito shit, in a rego, whip equipped with eagle eyes
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| Screaming legalize and we gon' rise because
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| We love, love life, alive, kick it like unborn
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| Indigo indios, scripting in free form
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| And then we grow and applause
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| Grows like thorns on a stamp, born again
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| Mourning with friends falling
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| Nights vintage, bride tight, road walking
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| Unlimited road options against stocking
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| Pop rocking it like it’s hot, just walkin'
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| Angels in the sky, they guide me bright
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| And when it gets dark, I shine my light
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| Thank you for the you in me I see
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| I see, I see |