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Camp Lo – China Soul Lyrics

Send* corrections to the typist [Suede]

Yo, Yo, Yo, Yo, Asian
off the sky dive Blend
the seven whirlpools Cambodian
blow fly Slip
into this night ooze Two
pleasures amize a visa My
swordfish select moves Jumping
through the land across Collect
when the Vette fuse Polynesian
breathing Suede
hit burn the catacombs She
sniffing golden grams For
stolen moments When
the rain hit home Spiral
ice steps see-through, sofas Ice
cream mountain Raspberry
ways She's
20-20 blind cherry glaze [Cheeba]

kiss They
kiss the lower cabinet We
got the chrome of These
electric bolts Freeze
a thousand molotov Cocktails
and reheat Breeze
like they was dreaming of Crazy
horse crooks The
scary dashing and lashing dames Name
marijuana, Edali Lam School
bus dive into a pool of wise guys But
keep, rechargeable women We
charging for live cuts Heavens
and herams and, the Suede Now
all is here [Chorus

to Africa (Africa) The
young boys they wanna rush (they wanna rush) Another
cut from the Warriors (the Warriors) We
stay victorious (stay victorious) {Repeat

is twilight My
life you like we light is getting brighter Twin
deep unique we screeching Bleakers
out a speeding Viper S
Lex*** we blessed for days While
you crawl on my spider Hypnotic
exotic, subtonic We
fuzzy navel [Cheeba]

on channel matrix Mate
chicks that dominate We
skinny dive the divas With
zebra tommy heaters On
any line you leave us Lo
appropriate Leave
flash pizzazz, A
far bizarre But
naw the, blast magic fantasies Speed
off in the T-top Where
we got the mean lead [Suede]

the meal nova getting friction Aqua
Libra, dance forbidden Tuscan
villa Buddha satin European
cocoa Latin Make
the measure off living Yamaha
moto kendo glisten Mink
pattern diamond furs Cocaine
jazz sushi chills Greasy
spoon white hugo Bowling
bags that's where we go Rolling
jacks that's when you go Holding
max you don't hit those Slim
Fast oasis sim city For
them diesel dykes Laying
in tomato sauce Dragging
it on they rag pipes [Cheeba]

we taking off Heavy
golfing endeavours deflating Mazerati
we gone Ire
party be drawn We
out our bodies Cheeba
land by sea by air We
quantum leaping through Thailand
Beijing, tight, ends We
are lo-ah Cobraca
Asia, to Africa [Chorus

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