| Lyrics：Hexum/Martinez Music：Hexum | |
| The fish who keeps on swimming. | |
| Is the first to chill upstream. | |
| I want your fish right by me. | |
| That's how it has to be. | |
| The songs I sing they don't mean a thing if you're not there to hear it, | |
| but then soon is the time you'll be by my side. | |
| It's copesetic if you let it so set up and keep the down stream down and up stream up. | |
| Girlfriend boots & all you lookin' fresh again. | |
| Move toward me so I can smell the sweetness of your flesh damn. | |
| Cool down your fine self when I find my way to the wetness of your sweet mouth. | |
| Sweetly in every way that you treat me. | |
| A fish story but you know it's picture perfect. | |
| Our morning glory every time that we wake. | |
| The morning ride is the longest ride take it. | |
| Like this take it like that take a yin and a yang. | |
| It's time to find the kind. | |
| Like my man jack sprat to do down forever it's wetter. | |
| Titillate the flow. | |
| Can't say it any better. | |
| Swimmin' and hummin' with a body and soul. | |
| It's time to find the kind titillate the flow. | |
| Swimmin' and hummin'. | |
| Can't say it any better. | |
| My Stoney Baby. | |
| My Stoney Baby. | |
| And now I'm in here with my friend ruskie. | |
| In their house but they're not home. | |
| If they find out what's been on. | |
| They'll kick us out and we'll be gone. | |
| No pool and that's not too cool. | |
| The songs I sing they don't mean a thing. If you're not there to hear it, | |
| but then soon is the time you'll be by my side. | |
| It's copesetic if you let it so set it up and keep the down stream down and up stream up. | |
| My stoney, my baby, swings with the groovin'. Funk the groovin' thang whistlin'. | |
| As I rip my rhymes. | |
| Time and time again struttin'. And in the summertime. | |
| So screw it strip down and be generic. | |
| Strip down and be a passenger, strip down and be a messenger. | |
| In askin' why I'm borI come up blank in the winter. | |
| In askin' why I'm born I come up on when I'm on her. | |
| My summer his summer it could be one to go down to go down. | |
| It's time to find the kind titillate the flow. | |
| Forever together and then I kiss. | |
| Swimmin' and hummin' with a body and soul. | |
| It's time to find the kind titillate the flow. | |
| Swimmin' and hummin'. | |
| And then I kiss. | |
| My Stoney Baby. | |
| My Stoney Baby. | |
| My Stoney Baby. | |
| My Stoney Baby. |
| Lyrics: Hexum Martinez Music: Hexum | |
| The fish who keeps on swimming. | |
| Is the first to chill upstream. | |
| I want your fish right by me. | |
| That' s how it has to be. | |
| The songs I sing they don' t mean a thing if you' re not there to hear it, | |
| but then soon is the time you' ll be by my side. | |
| It' s copesetic if you let it so set up and keep the down stream down and up stream up. | |
| Girlfriend boots all you lookin' fresh again. | |
| Move toward me so I can smell the sweetness of your flesh damn. | |
| Cool down your fine self when I find my way to the wetness of your sweet mouth. | |
| Sweetly in every way that you treat me. | |
| A fish story but you know it' s picture perfect. | |
| Our morning glory every time that we wake. | |
| The morning ride is the longest ride take it. | |
| Like this take it like that take a yin and a yang. | |
| It' s time to find the kind. | |
| Like my man jack sprat to do down forever it' s wetter. | |
| Titillate the flow. | |
| Can' t say it any better. | |
| Swimmin' and hummin' with a body and soul. | |
| It' s time to find the kind titillate the flow. | |
| Swimmin' and hummin'. | |
| Can' t say it any better. | |
| My Stoney Baby. | |
| My Stoney Baby. | |
| And now I' m in here with my friend ruskie. | |
| In their house but they' re not home. | |
| If they find out what' s been on. | |
| They' ll kick us out and we' ll be gone. | |
| No pool and that' s not too cool. | |
| The songs I sing they don' t mean a thing. If you' re not there to hear it, | |
| but then soon is the time you' ll be by my side. | |
| It' s copesetic if you let it so set it up and keep the down stream down and up stream up. | |
| My stoney, my baby, swings with the groovin'. Funk the groovin' thang whistlin'. | |
| As I rip my rhymes. | |
| Time and time again struttin'. And in the summertime. | |
| So screw it strip down and be generic. | |
| Strip down and be a passenger, strip down and be a messenger. | |
| In askin' why I' m borI come up blank in the winter. | |
| In askin' why I' m born I come up on when I' m on her. | |
| My summer his summer it could be one to go down to go down. | |
| It' s time to find the kind titillate the flow. | |
| Forever together and then I kiss. | |
| Swimmin' and hummin' with a body and soul. | |
| It' s time to find the kind titillate the flow. | |
| Swimmin' and hummin'. | |
| And then I kiss. | |
| My Stoney Baby. | |
| My Stoney Baby. | |
| My Stoney Baby. | |
| My Stoney Baby. |
| Lyrics: Hexum Martinez Music: Hexum | |
| The fish who keeps on swimming. | |
| Is the first to chill upstream. | |
| I want your fish right by me. | |
| That' s how it has to be. | |
| The songs I sing they don' t mean a thing if you' re not there to hear it, | |
| but then soon is the time you' ll be by my side. | |
| It' s copesetic if you let it so set up and keep the down stream down and up stream up. | |
| Girlfriend boots all you lookin' fresh again. | |
| Move toward me so I can smell the sweetness of your flesh damn. | |
| Cool down your fine self when I find my way to the wetness of your sweet mouth. | |
| Sweetly in every way that you treat me. | |
| A fish story but you know it' s picture perfect. | |
| Our morning glory every time that we wake. | |
| The morning ride is the longest ride take it. | |
| Like this take it like that take a yin and a yang. | |
| It' s time to find the kind. | |
| Like my man jack sprat to do down forever it' s wetter. | |
| Titillate the flow. | |
| Can' t say it any better. | |
| Swimmin' and hummin' with a body and soul. | |
| It' s time to find the kind titillate the flow. | |
| Swimmin' and hummin'. | |
| Can' t say it any better. | |
| My Stoney Baby. | |
| My Stoney Baby. | |
| And now I' m in here with my friend ruskie. | |
| In their house but they' re not home. | |
| If they find out what' s been on. | |
| They' ll kick us out and we' ll be gone. | |
| No pool and that' s not too cool. | |
| The songs I sing they don' t mean a thing. If you' re not there to hear it, | |
| but then soon is the time you' ll be by my side. | |
| It' s copesetic if you let it so set it up and keep the down stream down and up stream up. | |
| My stoney, my baby, swings with the groovin'. Funk the groovin' thang whistlin'. | |
| As I rip my rhymes. | |
| Time and time again struttin'. And in the summertime. | |
| So screw it strip down and be generic. | |
| Strip down and be a passenger, strip down and be a messenger. | |
| In askin' why I' m borI come up blank in the winter. | |
| In askin' why I' m born I come up on when I' m on her. | |
| My summer his summer it could be one to go down to go down. | |
| It' s time to find the kind titillate the flow. | |
| Forever together and then I kiss. | |
| Swimmin' and hummin' with a body and soul. | |
| It' s time to find the kind titillate the flow. | |
| Swimmin' and hummin'. | |
| And then I kiss. | |
| My Stoney Baby. | |
| My Stoney Baby. | |
| My Stoney Baby. | |
| My Stoney Baby. |
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