Or tryna play around with bubbles and forks
We come through throbbing like thunder storms
My head's still fuzzy and im still mad
Luxury life, results living bad
Drink till my brain slushy, my vision gets fuzzy
Funny how money, chains and whips make me feel free
Different chef, same pot bro, not guianese buddy
You make me feel so fuzzy, and funny and cuddly
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