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Doo y'all, a Scooby doobie Doo y'all

Six rollin' up and now he's really baffled
Brother's thinkin' "Damn I never got this gaffled" (To' up)
Beat
Doo y'all, a Scooby doobie Doo y'all

Six rollin' up and now he's really baffled
Brother's thinkin' "Damn I never got this gaffled" (To' up)
Beat
On a cloud
On a cloud 
Lookin' down

Tell my brothers that I love 'em
Tell my sisters that I'm free
Tell my children, oh how I miss 'em
But Heaven's
one by one

Troubles fade into the distance
The Doobie Brothers on the radio
Maura reads the weather for ya
Says, "New York City got another three
asking fate to be rewardin'.
But fortune is a blind god, flying through the clouds,
and forgettin' me on this side of Jordan.

Take off your old coat
Uh-huh, okay, murder!

Wake up in the morning, hit the porch and puff a doobie
Wake and baking got me coughing up a lugie
Make a quick by most
Uh-huh, okay, murder!

Wake up in the morning, hit the porch and puff a doobie
Wake and baking got me coughing up a lugie
Make a quick by most
Alone in the crowd just puffing on loud
Evil eye up in the sky, see the ominous clouds
Rain coming, my play cousin Domino's down the block
I say
made a fool of you
You used to be too wise. 

Hey there
You on that high-flying cloud 
Though she won't throw a crumb to you
You think someday
asking fate to be rewardin'.
But fortune is a blind god, flying through the clouds,
And forgettin' me on this side of Jordan.

Take off your old coat
I'm dying
Trying to hold on, my body says Oh No, Oh
Flying, the price that I pay for the game that I play
It will get me old
I'm up in the clouds
thoughts in the cloud, breathing out like?

Dreams be the ashes
Burns and thrashing in the wind
Flying out the burning bush attached to sister?s hand
cloud distinguished by size
Interaction with the wise and civilized
The mind caused matter to fall into a center
A great deal of heat that'll radiate
dance with the devil
Under a pale moonlight
While big brother's eyes watching'
I'm mobbin' through the street
Wild deep
With a clique full of goons
his church ain't right
Deacon is a pimp, tell by his eyes
Mrs. Parks said, "Brother Starks, meet you at the numbers spot
Heard you got red tops out,
A little league in the time that I'm so free
It's snow days
Midachellow park with a sledge in the hills and were flying through oak trees
It's the kid who