Dry
So in tune we gotta gave it
Claim to be real
Yet we addicted to the plastic
Slippery slippery slide
Slippery as the minds that collide
Burgeoning on a journey but
No water on this ride
We gone survive
We gone survive
I got a spare set of ports
Hidden on my bare side
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