We get high
And all night
The city of rock and roll
And if you’re looking to get your vibe right
We be jamming on the dance floor
Rasta bride keeps spending ya’
Oh feeling the creep up me
We’re breaking out the prisons of the mind
And our feet they feel the weed
They feel the weed
They feel the weed
Take a whiff of the stench between
The disco lights and fog machines
You’re getting off on your cheesy dreams
There’s no stopping the freaks with needs
The freaks with needs
The freaks with needs
Across town you know it’s going down at Moda
Across town you know it’s going down at Moda
The Italian players
A French kiss
They give me the good sh#t
Could I get a hit?
I know you got your bag of tricks
Could you please? Flip my weed
Hey you with the first hit
My tongue would like to meet your teeth
Across town you know it’s going down at Moda
Across town you know it’s going down at Moda
Across town you know it’s going down at Moda
Across town you know it’s going down at Moda
At Moda
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