Steal My Sunshine Portugal. The Man (Ft. Cherry Glazerr)
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[Verse 1: Portugal. The Man]
I was lying on the grass on Sunday morning of last week
Indulging in my self-defeat
My mind was thugged, all laced and bugged
All twisted wrong and beat
A comfortable three-feet-deep
Now the fuzzy stare from not being there on a confusing morning week
Impaired my tribal lunar speak
And of course you can't become if you only say what you would have done
So I missed a million miles of fun
[Chorus: Portugal. The Man, Cherry Glazerr]
I know it's up for me (If you steal my sunshine)
Making sure I'm not in too deep (If you steal my sunshine)
Keeping versed and on my feet (If you steal my sunshine)
[Verse 2: Cherry Glazerr]
I was frying on the bench slide in the park across the street
L-A-T-E-R that week
My sticky paws were into making straws out of big, fat slurpy treats
An incrеdible eight-foot heap
Now thе funny glare to pay a gleaming tare in a staring under heat
Involved an under-usual feat
And I'm not only among, but I invite who I want to come
So I missed a million miles of fun
I was lying on the grass on Sunday morning of last week
Indulging in my self-defeat
My mind was thugged, all laced and bugged
All twisted wrong and beat
A comfortable three-feet-deep
Now the fuzzy stare from not being there on a confusing morning week
Impaired my tribal lunar speak
And of course you can't become if you only say what you would have done
So I missed a million miles of fun
[Chorus: Portugal. The Man, Cherry Glazerr]
I know it's up for me (If you steal my sunshine)
Making sure I'm not in too deep (If you steal my sunshine)
Keeping versed and on my feet (If you steal my sunshine)
[Verse 2: Cherry Glazerr]
I was frying on the bench slide in the park across the street
L-A-T-E-R that week
My sticky paws were into making straws out of big, fat slurpy treats
An incrеdible eight-foot heap
Now thе funny glare to pay a gleaming tare in a staring under heat
Involved an under-usual feat
And I'm not only among, but I invite who I want to come
So I missed a million miles of fun
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