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Clouds of smoke, cold drinks Inebriated minds let the heart speak Hungry hustlers sellin' hope Playin' dope to empty souls To empty soul Pretty chicks game the tricks Turnin' smiles to frowns Told Roxy, "No flicks Get rid of these clowns" Life's a fast ride, so hold on tight Mulberry Street, we dancin' in the moonlight Paradise exists You'll find it at the Ravenite From Letras Mania