.I remember that summer up in the crib
Just like Adam with the missing rib
The cocaine kids where they use to live
And the hairdresser use to talk, yeah real, real clear>
But I gotta a grapevine he's going into fits
The answer my friend is blowing in the wind
How the dumb monke.
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