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runs down my leg
Caught in the movie house
Orange juice on my leg
Landed in jail
Lost my turn
Let me tell you now
A day without orange juice
Is
and toast and honey
And a bowl of orange juice too
And the light poured in like butterscotch
Stuck to all my senses

Oh, won't you stay we'll put on the day
a quick little kiss
I eat and I drink all my orange juice yet I never leave her a tip
She says she will take off that apron when we can afford it some day
to let you know
I got juice

About a minute went by when another guy
Showed up with an old guitar
Well it hard to be from World War III
Or run over by
saw strange beasts out there in the sky
But music filled my mind, then they passed by

Good night, cubist town, good night
The day has vanished with
Rather he cross boss 'fore I split my steak with you snake ass niggas
I rather stay around my day ones 'fore I come around you fake ass niggas
I
and things got rather tough

Oh it is the biggest mix-up that you have ever seen
My father he was orange and my mother she was green

Baptised by father
became the prince of a town called Bel Air

In west Philadelphia born and raised
On the playground where I spent most of my days
Chilling out, maxing,
married lady,
Still in bed at noon,
Racking my brain deciding
Between orange juice and prune.
Nick says nothing is too good for me,
And who am I not
Working on your own time
Laid back and laughin'
Oh no, oh no.

Headlights, make it home by sundown
Feeling that the day is through
Return back
dick and can't fuck? Hold up

Now chew 'em up and slam the orange juice
Vitamin C chase, kill the taste
You can tell it's nasty by the look on my face
no, make it four
Anything else? (Vitamin C pills and orange juice)
What are you drinking, Gin? (Nah dude, it's the shroomz)
The shroomz?
Yeah,
Cracking my brain deciding
Between orange juice and prune

He says nothing is too good for me
And who am I not to agree
I'm Sadie, Sadie married lady
We're lying by the orange sky
Two million miles across the land
Scattered to the highest high
Expect they'll either laugh or cry
No sex, no
Spill orange juice on your dress and have to change it!
Then all day long,
Everything you touch goes wrong!

Teacher told us, when this happens, never
Spill orange juice on your dress and have to change it!
Then all day long,
Everything you touch goes wrong!

Teacher told us, when this happens, never
God exists 360 degrees 
Like unsolved mysteries yo mind's tortured by demonic beast 
It's so fatal no instrumental 
They hit yo central nervous
the orange juice and the sun that shines
It really breaks my heart leavin' you behind
It really breaks my heart leavin' you behind

And all my ships have
might stray
And I would stand by you
No matter what they'd say,
I would have thought I'd be with you
Until my dying day
Until my dying day
myself believe
That you might stray
And I would stand by you
No matter what they'd say, I would have thought I'd be with you
Until my dying day
Until
it,
Spill orange juice on your dress and have to change it!
Then all day long,
Everything you touch goes wrong!

Teacher told us, when this
I know I'm lost in empty space land
So this one goes out to an unknown friend

Can you see the sky the sun is dying away in this orange light
My
Moonshine drunken monk, Ya head, get shrunk
The touch of skunk, I be fuckin' bitches by the chunk
My name black, do words wanna play in my dirt?
Bitch stop my
It was back in the old days
In the time of my grief
When the ladies all disowned me
And my lungs could scarcely breathe

And the wildlife was
you need a jack-
Hammer just to dig me
Orange juice and DT people playa tipsy
It only seems like yesterday thinking back
I had to work a job