Scrabble - Yoga | Текст песни

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can somebody tell, namaste !
i"m the yoga man i think and i pray
lickin, em down
in the clouds
i'm the gnome falling in the grind
meddle downtown
lying in my bed clown
i'm just minding my affair
throw you clothes up in the air
laundry machine , get me clean
there's a wild bull on the scene
can you hear that sound he's in bed dead in the ground

King for a day
I'm in love with what you say
I have potato
I have afro
Rastaman gonna squeeze iguana
Boxing ring he go make muffin
Big foot hanging on the mobile
Torch lite on little birdy
i come hunting humping on a spring
you so scared
you don't dare
call the police i just don't care

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