Almost as annoying as the itch
That spurs the pull back up
Not known to stop
Moving is the norm
No matter your flat or your form
Going or coming, never with
Whether tripping, lifting
Ripping a bowl or a spliff
But now it goes high
A black flash in the sky
Weathered rifle, sticky mud
Rock n rhythm then the dub
I'm feeling it flow
For how long I'll never know
So at least keep watching now
Keep on eating, needing
Beating a pocket, then your frown
My yo-yo goes up and then down
A move I never seem to get down
My yo-yo goes up and then down
But not smooth or spinning
Near the cradle or ground
Yo-yo, yo-yo
You stole the show
My yo-yo, yo-yo, yo
Yo-yo, yo-yo
At least you go
My yo-yo, yo-yo, yo
Yo
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