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That's it


Watch, listen, spit, whatever comes to your mind This rhythm, this life feeling gesture Your feet are already moving When we dance, people say that's it, that's lit I don't want anything more Swim it up and swirl it up like a wave Just invest everything, I got no question I don't dare to worry I been looking for a long time Yes this is me I define everything with a word of this, To the tip and of my feet full of faith I'm feeling what my mind says If you like it is good and if you don't I don't care I don't doubt myself It's easy to argue with me
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