Baby

feat. A.S.M

Yes indeed ladies & gentlemen, boys & girls

you are now rocking with the mighty Deluxe

It's a family show baby..

..A State of Mind in the building

We bout to get get busy one time like this yall..

And like that yall..

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

Cuz I aint 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 but a long while but it feels like a life

Since we been together

Taking things to the wild catering, chicken weather !

Family butter finger!

(Chorus)

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 10th grade.

Licking a stick of the Sensi and knocking them out like Dempsey..

And we keep on tearing it up

And we keep on tearing it up