Drop in at the weekend, Sat in a green clad filed, Look at me, At the Woodstock for my generation, Dropping at the weekend. One sweet kiss On my friend Ellis Dee, Puts my mind behind tinted glass, And my smile up in the sky, Up so high, with me. Drop in at the weekend, Just like we did last week, Bombing it all night long, Brushing my teeth, With toothpaste powder, See you on the ceiling, Up so high with me. Come down in the week, Don't trust me, Because I don't you, not yet. Depression kicks in, Sleep, eat, If you feel like you could, Or are you at a low? On a low with me The weekend's approaching, Preparation, plans, meetings. We know how to beat this low, We're gonna be dropping at the weekend, Do it, do it, Feel it, feel it Drop in at the weekend.Birth sign: Aquarius
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