Baby

Yes indeed ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls
 You are now rocking with the mighty Deluxe
 It's a family show, baby, han, and check it out
 A state of mind in the building
 We 'bout to get, get busy one time like this y'all
 And like that, y'all, han, yo
 Super cali-kush-a-licious hefty halitosis for the hopeless
 The "l", the "y", the "r", the "o", the "mantic" and
 Semantic language sandwiches abandoned all the anguish
 From the planets, revolving in this universe, we sculpted
 At the tender age of ten and eight
 Replaced the hacky sack with nasty acrobatics of the wordplay variety bade
 Farewell to sobriety in its entirety
 flipping the sickness, casually flying free
 Watch where you're driving, bozzo
 Stay off the lane in my road
 Lay off the child in my soul
 'Cause I ain't giving it up, no!
 A permanent feel for coconut pearls
 Anytime of the day, I'll whirl and twirl
 The Buddha it burns the wheel it turns
 Sweet sticky treats for the child in me!
 Hasn't been a long while, but it feels like a life
 Since we been together
 Taking things to the wild catering, chicken weather!
 Family butter finger!
 Watch where you're driving, bozzo
 Stay off the lane in my road
 Lay off the child in my soul
 'Cause I ain't giving it up, no!
 Watch where you're driving, bozzo
 Stay off the lane in my road
 Lay off the child in my soul
 'Cause I ain't giving it up, no!
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 Like lambs to the slaughter, cross borders
 I've been orbiting the sun for a quarter of a century
 Becoming more aware that this here was meant to be
 This year was heavily packed, beers, a couple mean sacks, cheers!
 You best believe that we're here, and going no damn where
 I paint a Kodac-clear pic, and won't let fear
 Kick it with me, yo, my soul has ears, get me?
 Man, they're picky, and they're steering my being
 As I relive my youth through a liquory dream
 The slickidy slick, the licorice stick the youthful optimistic
 And everyday the records that play the beacons at night that light the way
 Enter the maze, while in a daze like we're back in the tenth grade
 Licking a stick of the Sensi and knocking them out like Dempsey
 Smiling faces, sharing the love
 And we keep on tearing it up
 Smiling faces, sharing the love
 And we keep on tearing it up
 Watch where you're driving, bozzo
 Stay off the lane in my road
 Lay off the child in my soul
 'Cause I ain't giving it up, no!
 Watch where you're driving, bozzo
 Stay off the lane in my road
 Lay off the child in my soul
 'Cause I ain't giving it up, no!