[Refrain: Slimkid Tré & The Jazzyfatnastees]
Bah dah bha bha bha bha bha
Bha ba da da da, bhum bha bha
Bah dah bha bha bha bha bha
Bha ba da da da, bhum bha abha
Bah dah bha bha bha bha bha
Bha ba da da da, bhum bha bha
Bah dah bha bha bha bha bha
Bha ba da da da, bhum bha bha
[Slimkid Tré]
(Heh... yeah...)
You see the moon has a way with young idle minds
And idle time is the playground
Where old professions lay down
Like sweet sugar, stays brown and on the mind
Careless whispers blow through tender lips like wind chimes
They tingle quiet ears
With seductive words of that lust and eye-joy
For you fly boys to look and not touch
It ain't much, but, bet your dollars
'Cause they holler, without saying a thang
And she ain't saying no names
And I'm fond of her intent
Rock hard and she was skin flint
Working on a flame
It seems like every move she made was some good ass game
I had to keep my focus tame
'Cause it's a doggone shame
To see I'm end-less, and friendless
Will is when the pride feels wraith
Cognac watered down to its last tender state
And the emerald butterflies disappears from the skies
It seems the moon can't fight the sunrise
[Chorus: Slimkid Tré & The Jazzyfatnastees]
Feeling high, on the emerald butterfly
Feeling high, on the emerald butterfly
Feeling high, on the emerald butterfly
Feeling high, on the emerald butterfly
[Slimkid Tré]
(Yeah... heh... y'all check it out... come on, daddy)
I was the mack of all times, blowing their minds
In my world of fantasies when I casted my line
They would bite the bait and (bait and...)
I would keep my ship sailing (sailing...)
On my crusading
Others would be out wading in the water (water...)
More enticing than the farmer's daughter
As the imagination makes you wetter than her order
From sweatin' her so tough, so rough out here
See, you can't jump into the picture unless you choose to lose an ear
More nocturnal than the night itself, the mystery's clear
Smears of venom all up on your denim, smooth as cashmere
Steerin' thoughts to feather beds and lightheadedness
Abyss, it gets deeper (you know)
So be a light sleeper (a sleeper)
The creep is like autumn rain
Washing your leaves away
Not all that's gold, is what I need to say, about glitter... aha-heh...
[Chorus: Slimkid Tré & The Jazzyfatnastees]
Feeling high, on the emerald butterfly
Feeling high, on the emerald butterfly
Feeling high, on the emerald butterfly
Feeling high, on the emerald butterfly
Feeling high, on the emerald butterfly
Feeling high, on the emerald butterfly
Feeling high, on the emerald butterfly
Feeling high, on the emerald butterfly
[Outro: samples]
"Drift--", "Drifting..."
"Drift--", "Drift--", "Drifting..."
"Drift--", "Drifting..."
"Drift--", "Drift--", "Drifting..."
"Drift--", "Drifting..."
"Drift--", "Drift--", "Drifting..."
"Big mannn...
Anybody need a big man???"
"Big mannn..."
"(A newly freed man...)"
"Big mannn..."
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