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Sublime - Death4Thoughts
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Sublime Death4Thoughts

Sublime - Death4Thoughts
[Verse 1: D4T]
I'm out of school and every year feels like my senior year
These nerds be tripping over drama
I drop Osama bombs, brah
I'm a double entendre
Spit the gripes with life with dishonored stanzas
Spew spew spew spew llama
Don't stop til hot, that's Ghana
Equilibrium with my idioms
Happiness me give me some
Girl how am stressed when if I'm freaking young
Hakuna matata
I know that I am unstoppable
I don't mess with commas
And if I come off as mock-able
Well it's still the era!
I mean i am who i show you
I'm the black Benihanas
Don't seek to entertain
Same old braids and they all say "Happy Kwannza"
And screw a perm
Love the skin I'm in
But for how i prosper
All my Fizzites all-stars
And don't forget that we're also stronger
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