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Gotta hustle, gotta hurry, my youth is running out
The clock sounds like a bomb and I've gotta get going soon
My brain is beached, washed up and bleached
There's so much to see and too much to do
Bedeviled by the 4th dimension
10 years from now I'll still be young
Temporal megatons in front of me
Dancing with the smoothest sea
Hands are pumping left to right
Up and down, right by my eyes
Fuck tomorrow, fuck yesterday
Fuck the next 3 months, this isn't withering
It's target practice, getting my soul ripped
When I crank the key the road won't know what hit it
Stop and smell the palm trees
A nautical breather is all I need
Kick it with sharks, relax and get radical
Tropical sabbatical
I'm jumping on a jellyfish with 3 hands and 12 numbers
Fishing for a fuck to give
In love with myself, the best fling of the summer
No need to hustle or hurry, I've got all the time in the world
The clock sounds like a choir, why try to get gone so soon?
My brain is at ease, unwinding in the sea
There's so much to see and so much to do
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