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stream,
In the summer of my dreams.
By the deep pool, where the fish wait,
For the old fool, with the wrong bait.
There's a field of purple clover;
the summer of my dreams,
By the deep pool where the fish wait for the old fool with the wrong bait,
There's a field of purple clover, there's a small cloud
stream,
In the summer of my dreams.
By the deep pool, where the fish wait,
For the old fool, with the wrong bait.
There's a field of purple clover;
living death by gravity 
couldn't stand it anymore 
we'll sail our ships to distant shores 

purple gold and blue 
living colors every hue 
flowers
I was born botanical
the soul of an animal
deep beneath the layers, I sink my roots
no need for mechanical
I come strictly organical
when I need
comin' so they exit the place
Hundred deep and we don't care about catchin' a case
Stop lyin' by the gun that rest on your waist
Before you on the flo'
the light o' day or under the peak-faced moon;
In cabin or dance-hall, camp or dive, mucklucks or patent shoon;
On velvet tundra or virgin peak, by glacier,
the Buddha
Bring on the dancin' girls with long curls
Interlaced with lotus blossoms of pink purple and pearl
Enjoy your feast of drink and slaughtered
You'll never get an apple or a purple jelly bean
Dropping some chocolates, a licorice snack
Instead you get a deep-fried French poodle nutsack
Peeking out
a purple candle
I got somethin' that you can't quite handle, that's why you love me
Pour bubbly, glow from the flame make your skin shine lovely
I'm
of Atliens,
Now throw your hands in the air and do the hokey dance.
Jane's Addiction got me seeing deep purple.
Need to find the perfect tool to make A Perfect
ICP and Esham wicked rappers delight 2015

Feinds of the wicked shit its time to get high
Bump your fuckin shit up for somthin wicked shit by
by the light of the silvery moon
Then wake up in the mornin with the hay in your eyes
Your purple with that herpes bump, who want the rump?
Some niggas
by the light of the silvery moon
Then wake up in the mornin with the hay in your eyes
Your purple with that herpes bump, who want the rump?
Some niggas