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The Flower Kings Love Supreme

on it Now you're wishin', fishin' you could do this But on the strength, yo, I think you knew This was just like a dream When you supreme, the king

you rlittle shooby-doo You want to get the freak inside of me is enough, to bring the freak outta you Well I'ma swing it like a king and just doin my

Freaks the flows with no rehersan Pull the skate back which when the beat start reversin' Just so wak you make people start cursin' Flows contradict worser than the King

no conscious tune A-fi warn dem, if dem nah listen, so we scorn dem We gonna steer far from dem I know that we are kings and we love nice things But

death burn high. The time has come for the king to die. (Lead Guitar: Mike) A whole world is mourning the loss of their king. In sorrow a new day dawning

T.I. - talking] What? (Nigga, what.) I'm the King of the Motherfuckin south. (Huh, what? I'm T.I.P nigga.) Picture that, nigga. (Try me then nigga. King

Chorus:] You could be a sweet dream or a beautiful nightmare Either way I, don't wanna wake up from you Sweet dream or a beautiful nightmare Somebody pinch me, your loves

mierda on it Now you're wishin, fishin you could do this But on the strength, yo, I think you knew this was just like a dream, when you supreme, the king

Ha, strike matches, golden egg hatches Request line is open send all your faxes Freaks the flows with no rehearsin Rollerskate backwards when the beat reversin You're so wack you make people start cursin Flows contradict worser than the King