Yo-yo. Yo

Yo-yo-ing's a bitch

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

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