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[People singing] bah dah bha bha bha bha bha bha ba da da da bhum bha bha [x2] [Slim Kid Tre'] You see the moon has a with young idle eyes and idle time is the playground where old profesions lay down like sweet sugar stays brown and on the mind gals whose whispers blow through tender lips like wind chimes they tingle quiet ears with seductive words that I lust and enjoy, for y'all fly boys that look and not touch it aint much but bet your dollars cause they hollar with out saying a thang and she ain't saying no name and I'm fond of het intent Rock hard and she was skin flint working on a flame it seemed like every move she made was some good assed game I had to keep my focus tame cause it's a dumb dumb shame to see them endless and frendless will us when the pride feels great Letras de cancionescongnac watered down to its last tender state and emeraled butterfly dissapears from the skies it seems the moon can't fight the sunrise [CHORUS] feeling high, I'm the emerald butterfly [x4] [Slim Kid Tre'] I was the mack of all time blowing their mind in a world of fantasies when I'm casting my line they would bite the bait and I would keep my ship sailing on my crusading others would be out wating in the water (water), more entising than the farmers daughter as the imagination makes you wetter than her order though sweated her so tough , so rough out here see you cant jump into the mix unless you chose to lose a hair more nocturnal than the knight itself the mysteries clear smears of venom all of oil denim smoth as cashmere stear in thoughts of feather beds and lightheadedness abyss it gets deeper (you know) so be a light sleeper (sleeper) the grief is like autumn rain (autumn) washing your needs away now all this gold is what I need to say about glitter... [CHORUS X2] From Letras Mania