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Lucy in the sky Diamonds in my eyes Santana in my blood I don't think i had enough Kaleidoscope vision I feel like John Lennon Take me back to 1960 Man, i'm feelin' so trippy Lucy in the sky Diamonds in my eyes Santana in my blood I don't think i had enough Kaleidoscope vision I feel like John Lennon Take me back to 1960 Man, i'm feelin' so trippy I know she lookin' for me In that foreign going dummy I am not a superstar I got some junk food in my tummy But she is on top of me I won the lottery Gimme a blotter please, i need some company Gimme an hour for all of this sour SongtexteTo get to my brain and take me away, to Another dimension, ask no more? questions, read my expression Fantasy, that's on my sweater Better than ever, I flex on you haters [?] [?] that's you and I Hate me or love me, I don't feel sorry Sorry she loves me, do not disturb me Is my name Joe? 'Cause she givin' the Sloppy Escargot, [?] My beats are my babble, my sound is the sin My music the wave, i hope you can swim Don't wanna get lit, [?] LSD in my spit, well i [diss or piss?] on your bitch I flex on your momma [?] Fly to the Bahamas and fuck on your grandma They comin' to Cali, they come to my city But you know my crew say you not fuckin' with me I feel like Ricardo, i'm coolin' with Lucy Feel like Ricardo, i'm coolin' with Lucy Rickie Ricardo, i'm coolin' with Lucy Lucy in the sky Diamonds in my eyes Santana in my blood I don't think i had enough Kaleidoscope vision I feel like John Lennon Take me back to 1960 Man, i'm feelin' so trippy Lucy in the sky Diamonds in my eyes Santana in my blood I don't think i had enough Kaleidoscope vision I feel like John Lennon Take me back to 1960 Man, i'm feelin' so trippy [Verse 2: J-Kwe$t] Okay now, Lucy Lucy We can roll a doobie You my favorite type of groupie ‘Cause you fucked up my hair like you knew me Man, I swear she make me loopie Specially, when she wear that two-piece, damn I just be trippin’ and going insane Me and these demons inside of my brain Not in my gang, not in my gang Plottin' on how we gon' shit on the game Fuck all these lames, I don’t give a pity They music is shitty, they never gon' get me I feel like I’m Whitney the way that I’m cracking I’m busted and relaxed and on top of a mattress, yuh Tell them don’t play, don’t play Imma find a piece and start that way Now with the [?], can’t go to [sleekers?] she making me work Making me question my own fucking words Mama I’m sorry I’m not from this Earth You can try [?] me I’m already hurt Bitches I’m standing but get off my nerves I just swerve out the way, blowing [?] to your face You get marked on this day If your words do not play Hey, that it bitch get the fuck out of my dick Ain’t nobody fucking with the fantasy clip I ain’t got shit but some wrapes in the dick I’m sad and I’m lit Sucked [?] in the back of a whip I’m back on this bitch He make a hiss so I'mma laugh till I’m rich like uh Tell them white hoes I'mma beaner Imma get a [?] And I hope she’s not a screamer I be rolling in the bimmer Be chilling with different hoes Lucy you know I’m a keeper I be fucked up [?] of my mind Fuck do you mean, bitch I have all the vibe [?] Look in my eyes [?] [?] I’m taking over and no one’s stopping me [?] Lot of you, fuck it, just copying me Aus Songtexte Mania