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Babada

Babada

Babada

Babada

Baba

Skipping thoughts up on the boardwalk

They prolly' blown from the plane’s views

To make a print with the same shoes

See I was taught that I can’t lose

My whole world look like Cancun

Word, to catch a drift I let the cam zoom slightly

Let the sand move Nikes

So consumed by the trenches that we laying in vibes

I let my train head glide full steam

She put that cream up on her legs, and I’m gone

I’m really open off of

I’d like to formally inform her then

To her curves, and her dunes

And her moons, and the stars, let me on

And if you with it I can find a passport

So I can burrow this explosion, its key

And you with it she won’t even ask you for it

If its home, and its grown then its me

This we is so beautiful

Even the weed up in her cuticles

Roots from the earth turn to diamonds

Indisputable its perfect

Her fingertips pull the bourbon what a night

La-la-la-la-la-la-love, you

La-la-la-la-la-la-love, you

La-la-la-la-la-la-love, you

La-la-la-la-la-la-love

Babada, babada