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The Beach Boys All This Is That

(Krishna...) All this is that I am that, thou art that, all this is that I am that, thou art that, all this is that This is that This is that Dusk

difference to me (Krishna...) All this is that I am that, thou art that, all this is that I am that, thou art that, all this is that This is that This is that

(Krishna...) All this is that I am that, thou art that, all this is that I am that, thou art that, all this is that This is that This is that Dusk

me (Krishna...) All this is that I am that, thou art that, all this is that I am that, thou art that, all this is that This is that This is that Dusk

This is real So take a chance And don't ever look back Don't ever look back We drove to Cali And got drunk on the beach Got a motel and Built a fort

days all the girls is down to roll I hit the strip club and all them bitches find a pole Plus I been sippin' so this shit is movin' kinda slow Just

It's cicadas making noise With the Southern voice Jesus is my friend, America is my home Sweet iced tea and Jerry Lee Daytona Beach, that's what gets

, this is not what you think it is (America) America, pay attention (America) This is not what you think it is America (America, this is not what you think it is

this Lalalalalalalalalala, paper plates on a brand new six Lalalalalalalalalala, I just taught my young boys how to mix Lalalalalalalalalala, ye ain't seen paper like this nigga (Verse 1) Every all