bah dah bha bha bha bha bha
 bha ba da da da bhum bha bha
 (repeat 2X)

 (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
 congnac watered down to its last tender state
 and emeraled butterfly dissapears from the skies
 it seems the moon can't fight the sunrise

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 feeling high, I'm the emerald butterfly (repeat 4X)

 (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...

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